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2 Many Killaz
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Hip-Hop/Rap
2 Many Killaz was released on June 2, 2026 by Gwap City Entertainment as a part of the album 2 Many Killaz - Single
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Release DateJune 2, 2026
LabelGwap City Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Casper Capone
Casper Capone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casper Capone
Casper Capone
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Casper Capone
Casper Capone
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, uh
Right, yeah
Uh
Uh, yeah
Too many killers but nobody dyin' (Dyin')
Claim to be a hitter so somebody lyin' (Lyin')
Everybody tough when the camera's rollin'
But when that pressure hit, all them suckers foldin' (Foldin')
Too many killers but nobody dyin' (Dyin')
Claim to be a hitter so somebody lyin' (Lyin')
Fake war stories got these internet gangsters glowin'
Real ones move silent while the cemetery growin'
Raised where the sirens echo all night long
Young homies, lost souls, tryin' hard to stay strong
Posted on the corner with that heat tucked low
Tryin' not to crash out from the life we know
See my mama stressin' while the rent stay due
Same ones screamin' "Family" be snitchin' on you
Everybody got stripes 'til them gates slam shut
Then them courtroom tears got they whole squad crushed
I done seen real killers never brag on the drill
Just some cold-eyed soldiers with a heart turned steel
Meanwhile, these rappers online want for attention
Probably never even been inside detention
Too many killers but nobody dyin' (Dyin')
Claim to be a hitter so somebody lyin' (Lyin')
Everybody tough when the camera's rollin'
But when that pressure hit, all them suckers foldin' (Foldin')
Too many killers but nobody dyin' (Dyin')
Claim to be a hitter so somebody lyin' (Lyin')
Fake war stories got these internet gangsters glowin'
Real ones move silent while the cemetery growin'
Modesto nights, liquor stores and police lights
Youngsters chasin' fast money, tryna live that life
Northside politics got the homies divided
One bad move leave a whole family cryin'
I was raised around convicts, hustlers and sinners
Some turn into legends, some turn into witnesses
That's why I stay dangerous but think for my kids
Tryin' not to let the pen decide how I live
Seen a fake thug freeze when it was time to ride
All that tough talk disappear when his brother died
Now he postin' no guns, tryin' hard to look active
But the streets know truth, reputation get shattered
Too many killers but nobody dyin' (Dyin')
Claim to be a hitter so somebody lyin' (Lyin')
Everybody tough when the camera's rollin'
But when that pressure hit, all them suckers foldin' (Foldin')
Too many killers but nobody dyin' (Dyin')
Claim to be a hitter so somebody lyin' (Lyin')
Fake war stories got these internet gangsters glowin'
Real ones move silent while the cemetery growin'
I ain't glorifyin' pain, I done lived through enough
Seen kids lose they fathers while pretendin' they tough
Seen mothers at the gravesite talkin' to the sky
Askin' God why another young soul had to die
So I move with respect, never chasin' attention
'Cause one slip up turn your freedom to a sentence
And these boys nowadays think the 'net make 'em certified
'Til them county blues hit and they terrified
Still I pray for the homies stuck deep in the struggle
Tryin' hard to feed they babies while survivin' the jungle
'Cause the realest dudes I knew never spoke on bodies
They just carried they scars and stayed loyal to the homies (Ayy)
Written by: Casper Capone
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