KILLA MATH Lyrics

Life is so real when you're walking with Christ

I gotta keep my glock for my bullet [?] knife

Cause haters don't wanna see a nigga doing right

They would smoking weed, now they firing up the pipe

Now they running to the pipe and keep them hide in the cave

I had this girl I liked, but she turned into a [?]

Most of my homies in the hood either dead or [?]

So I make a bad B grab my penis

I remember them days, low nothing [?]

Bustin' shots at ya, and film from where I stay

Cause we making easy money, pimpin' hoes and style

And I be pimpin your daughter for a mighty long while, aye

See, down in Memphis 10 you is a G or a sucka

A motherfucking busta or a great, aye hustler

See I won't [?] and my head up, high

I got a unite in my pocket, this harder than [?]

When my niggas rap, [?]

High, cause they know I'm puttin' work, shit I'mma rap, 'til I die

You can see: hard time, hard crimes in my eyes

North Memphis, South Memphis, East Memphis, I'm your guy

If you need my assistence, put my [?] in the sky

I'mma rap Memphis 10, until a motherfucker die, I say:

(Haters don't wanna see a nigga doing right)