Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billyboy Fitch
Songwriter
Texty
I speak to myself
On a night time
Like Jekyll and Hyde
When my mind fights
I fight with myself
When I write rhymes
I need some time
In the lime light
I need a house with
Like five flights
A bar and a pool
For them wild nights
And I ain't gone stop
Til I get what I want
So I'm coming to get you
With my knife
Ey
It feels so relaxing when
I get to see the blood splattering
All on the landing
And then they're all panicking
Gripping and grappling
Til they stop breathing
And their lungs collapsing in
Get up to vanish
I stood up above him
Looked down and I spat on him
That's how I handle em
Fucking embarrassments
Leave him there laid out
As stiff as a mannequin
Fuck all ya chattering
That's how I feel bout these rappers
They think that they're it
But they're really just actors
They put on a mask and then think they're the baddest
And talk about trap
Yeah just wait til I catch him
I swear down
I ain't fucking round this time
Ima kill these motherfuckers
When I spit rhymes
And they won't even see it coming
I'm in disguise
Tryna think how I should kill em
I can't decide
So one time for the ones
Who be feeling me
And two times
For victims of Killa B
And three times for G's
Who gon' hold it down
Til I see my victory
Cause in this industry
Man it's Kill or Be Killed
And Killa B killed
Every motherfucker
Who ain't feeling him still
I just pick who I feel
Then I kill em at will
Give a fuck if I offend
Give a shit how you feel
Bitch I'm just doing me
I just speak on a beat
I don't need all this cheek
From these neeks
Tell em flee
Or keep on speaking
I see ya defeat
Cause this ain't no trouble
Man it's easy for me
I breeze on a beat
Spitting free's full of heat
While I'm feeding these sheets
Similes and these schemes
A fiend for the dream
Think I need me some sleep
Cause I ain't been to sleep
Since like 017
Man I just started the raps
With the lads acting daft
Then I stopped fucking round
And I mastered the craft
In the back of class
I was gassed I could rap
But the trap had be trapped
Shifting bags of the grass
Now I laugh at my past
Cause I'm past all of that
I just stack all the cash
In the lab like they're tracks
I'd be daft if I asked
How am I gonna last
With the stack of the raps
That I have in my pad
Wow
What ya know bout that shit
I be fooling these brothers
Like a catfish
I be schooling these bruddas
I'm in class bitch
Tell em move out
When I start to rap bitch
You don't want no problem with me
Mean you could try
But ya probably get beat
And get burnt from the scold
Off my heat
So just listen and learn
Come and follow my lead
Writer(s): Billyboy Fitch
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