Killa lyrics

by

Big Sean


Verse 1: Yo Gotti
Picture me preforming in an orpheum
Or poor, living in the orphanage, damn
What my future hold? only God knows
That's why I'm staying prayed up, and ten toes
Down on these clowns mean-mug frowns turn em up side down
Let smoke out the pound of the kush
Presidential like bush, whoops I mean to Barack
Its a coupe but it dont drop
Hard top killa

For I let another n*gga disrespect my n*ggas, my hood, my family, I kill 'em
f*ck em, I don't feel em, when the beat drops n*gga, gets realer

Any n*ggas can get it, any n*ggas can die
Any n*gga can front like they real, any n*gga can lie
Any n*gga can make some money, only ganstas' survive
And everybody can't be a gangsta but any n*gga can try, killa

Fort Pillow, Westside, Whiteville, FCI, Penal Farm, 201
Out in mason, no two for one
85% percent of your time n*gga
85% percent of your grind n*gga
85% percent of you rap n*ggas just sit here n lyin' n*gga
Now do what I do without trying n*gga, killa
Open track, you hear the music? high hats, dont confuse it
Cocaine, yay talk, money bags, white chalk
Murder, b*tch I said murder, pah pah pah
I swiss cheese your convertible
Have you ever heard of the million dollar
n*gga that ain't dropped in 48 months
Now that's the word of the, realest n*gga in this sh*t
f*ck the rules I bend that sh*t
f*ck the record labels, mayne I'm in this sh*t to win this sh*t
I ain't on no gimic sh*t
All my ice in this sh*t
Ferraris, porsche, lambos, pass the new boy hear me sh*t
You got no consistency, pull up in some rental sh*t
1967 drop, yea I got some vintage sh*t
Yea I'm on some other sh*t, trying to get my brother rich
He been on that gudda gudda sh*t, you know that other sh*t
Now slow it down, speed it up, if your b*tch open her legs
I'mma beat it up, killa killa killa head, b*tch mouth game serious
Whatcha you say?

Flipping them pies, n*gga I'm on it
I'm Gotti George Jung of the game n*gga
Who want it? a plug like Sosa and heart like tony
Its me against the world so you pus*ys' don't want it, killa

Killa
Killa
Killa
Killa
K stand for crazy
I stand for ignorant
I live large just some mars and all kinda sh*t(??)
I been through all kinda sh*t, apes, banana sh*t
You say you got goons, I got gorillas who be takin' sh*t
You be on some fakin' sh*t, cross ya man snakin' sh*t
n*ggas keep it real and say they life, I swear I hate that sh*t
Why you on that phoney sh*t? Have to cross your homie sh*t
Putting b*tches over ya n*ggas? homie, I ain't really on that sh*t

?? I'm giving up, 'fore a hater take my life, I'mma live it up
Killa, Killa, yea murder one, suspect, im the only one
Interrogation, 48, sh*t to say, Rodger Mason, we face to face
No co-defense, n*gga I ain't snitchin', I know the business
n*gga ain't no witness
Cut off the mic
Cut off the lights
Dr. Dre's, Make sure they white
Stop the beat, pose, take a break
Breathe in the smells, then drop the bass
World Fair, section 8, lord help my people
See a brighter day, rich-crest apartments, real n*ggas
14, natural born killas, we choppa' spittas, we work gettas
1000 lbs of mid, 18-wheelers, truck-loads, murda murda, kill kill
If I don't sell a single record ima keep it real
Facts, n*gga these are all facts
Went to school so cracked, got kicked out, came back
Shot at me, I bang back, .50 cal, aim that, blac blac blac, take that Killa
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