Killing Season Lyrics

I go hard on the beat

You go hard in the streets

We are not the same

I'm trying to live a life

While you trying to live in pain

You got a child on the way

Why you still in these streets

You got a child on the way

He praying for a better day

Praying for some better ways

Well get a job

And stop stealing, robbing after n****s change

Stop stealing that change

You don't need it

It's a reason

This is not the season

N****s are pulling out straps

N****s are pulling out macs

N****s is pulling out gats

They shooting you with the gats

They shooting you

Where you at

They lay you

Where you at

N****s come back and shoot you

Burn your body up

Burn your body up

Burn your body up

Into the ground

Burn your body up

Into the ground

In the house

Under the house

While you're outside

N****s are stupid

N****s ain't moving

N****s are shooting

When it's daytime

N****s are shooting

When it's a lot of whites

When it's a lot of time

When you're going to do crime

This is killing season

I was chilling in the evening

Then they started squeezing

So I started clutching

I know I shouldn't be clutching

On probation for a reason

Let me tell you that story

Roll down the window

Twelve AM on Bloomfield

Ride down the block

Shit really about to get real

N****s about to be ignorant

What the white folks say

This a movie I can be a villain in

Before I was a lyricist

I was really killing shit

I was the realest bitch

Outside we was freezing

We ride then we creeping

Do drive-by in the evening

We slide, leave them bleeding

We leave them there for a reason

This is killing season

Burn your body up

Burn your body up

Into the ground

Burn your body up

Into the ground

In the house

Under the house

While you're outside

N****s are stupid

N****s ain't moving

N****s are shooting

When it's daytime

N****s are shooting

When it's a lot of whites

When it's a lot of time

When you're going to do crime