Killin' Me (feat. Quail P)

Know what I'm saying You Know I get in that mode Know what I'm saying Yeah I ain't wit it today don't say shit to me I got niggas locked up and its killing me I was broke and them bitches wasn't feeling me You a ho you got bitch nigga tendencies This a message to all of my enemies When its up bitch its stuck ain't no sympathy Keep a glizzy they trying to get rid of me Name another young nigga thats real as me What we got put you out of your miseries It don't take much to just feel the beat All these nigga keep talking bout killin me Thats a quick way to end up deceased We will light this bitch up like a Christmas tree I been rolling I'm drinking this Hennessy Say my name ringing bells way in Tennessee But I'm still in the hood where my niggas be Better tell a nigga watch it I ain't trying to talk to you if ain't bout a profit Cash getting long it ain't fitting in my wallet Nigga cock blocking bout a bitch better stop it Know this shit bout to change going up like a rocket My name running game now I'm the trending topic Niggas trying to cop it Why you out here jocking You better stop it Before we come and cock it Uh yeah we get it popping don't lose your life for acting to cocky I'm with the gang and this bitch like the nazi Talk like you hard boy you softer than cotton I kicked the door down cause they tried to lock it When I come around my shit Ima pop it Learn how to get money and turn to hobby I keep a weapon I see how they watching me You know I always thought this shit was justgon' be a dream forever Until we turn it to a reality you know A lifestyle we major now We global Back to the facts Go get you some racks I told her don't get attached I just want to beat your lil' back in Stop all that cappin' uh I ain't with that acting uh You niggas be rapping I gotta keep me a mac 10 The only thing I trust is a scale yeah RIP blood wish you well yeah This shit stuck my heart like a nail yeah This is real life ain't no tale yeah Remember 3rd grade I had failed yeah Now look at my life living well yeah Why these niggas all up on my trail yeah It ain't nothing else I gotta sell yeah I had to thank the lord hallelujah Pain turned a nigga to a shooter Every nigga round me will do you I was 15 fucking on a cougar Mama say son I can't lose you I apologize for everything I put you Its kind of hard to look at you But i swear a nigga will get cooked bout you Why do you feel like you hard We already know you a narc Said a nigga up to catch a charge Trying to stop the boy from living large Live my life it will rip you apart I ain't know this would be from the start Look at me at the top of the charts This ain't regular rap this an art