Kill or Be Killed

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