Killer Lyrics

(FIGHT!)

(Ayo, this JD on this muthafucka y'all know how this shit go)

Grew up with the killers that killed killers

Momma know she raised a cold nigga

When it's hot nigga don't let the cold get you

We was young, putting opps in a whole swisher

Boogeyman from the 7 I'm gone get you

Put a hole his car like some cheese nigga

I was young on the block throwing C's nigga

Mom's a fighter, my pops an OG nigga

Had no life so I lived in the streets

Kept a knife, but I clutched on my heat

Gangster nigga, don't take no defeat

We was broke and we slept in the street's

I was robbing in rain or the sleet

Left that life now they thinking I'm sweet

Needed shoes so I'm taking ya feet's

Niggas stuck on they bitch, like a leech

Got a dream now I'm really just preaching

Seen my angel in black, he was speaking

In my teens when I first seen the reaper

Got the block listening, I'm the speaker

Gave my heart, but she left for a cheater

Didn't dub her, she just was a eater

She was pretty but moved like Felicia

She a thot so we named her a Treesha

I'm that nigga whenever I step

From the land and the Bronx so I rep

My young shooter be shootin' like Steph

Got a tech now I'm fouling the ref

Hit his arm if they don't hit his chest

Lost my dawg and that shit took my breath

I grew up with the scammers and chefs

Fuck the 'vator, I'm taking the steps

Fuck the walking, I need me a vet

Bitch I'm solid so don't get me bent

Seen my mother cry tears over rent

Had nobody to talk to or vent

Only rapping for money and checks

Started rapping, it made me a vet

I was 10 and got put on the set

Rest in peace, got they names on my neck

What you know bout seeing your brothers die

I grew up on starvation and homicides

Either do or you die and don't lie

When your homie outside, you gon' slide

We was just on the bikes, tryna ghost ride

She mess with the opps, playin' both sides

Now she gone die by the .45s

Now she gon' die, playing both sides

Lambo blue and my president black

I can't talk 'cause they faking on wax

Stand on ten and Imma keep it stack

Take me back, take me back to the trap

If he talk then I'm dropping his cap

Gangster nigga, this shit ain't for rap

Niggas pussy and actin like cats

Niggas saying I'm cap but it's facts

Grew up with the killers that killed killers

Momma know she raised a cold nigga

When it's hot nigga don't let the cold get you

We was young, putting opps in a whole swisher

Boogeyman from the 7 I'm gone get ya

Put a hole his car like some cheese nigga

I was young on the block throwing C's nigga

Mom's a fighter, my pops an OG nigga