Killin'

I ain't messin' with that Snow Dog, I ain't no Cuba Goodin' Just got too many metaphors, I don't know where to put 'em Got the CDs in the backpack, clappin' with the team I'm peelin' off like a Snack Pack, I been about the cream Boy I been about the rap tracks, ever since my mama used to bump That Country Grammar, had the changer in the back Started sayin' I was actin' black, 'til I got up on that mic and started snappin' Now they love to rap it back It's kinda funny how, all of a sudden a bunch of wannabes buggin' Like, "Hey yo Landalin, let's do a track or somethin' but I ain't got the money for the studio time And maybe I could borrow like just a couple of lines?" Well fuck that, ya'll the type to pay to write up in a studio Takin' all them snapchats and posin' for ya groupie hoes And half of ya'll don't even fuckin' pay attention Standin' in the front row, all up in ya Twitter mentions To spell it out, shit's basic so put ya phone in ya pocket And live ya life while ya got it, I think I'm semi-robotic Cuz I been busy steady crankin' 'em out And choppin' up with my kin folk while we singin' it out, now listen- I think we bout to make a killin' I think we bout to make a killin' I think we bout to make a killin' I think we bout to make a killin' (Come on) I think we bout to make a killin' Killin' killin', killin' killin' killin' killin' (Hey, hey) I think we bout to make a killin' Killin' killin', killin' killin' (Listen) I put my money in the music while ya'll busy tryna rip a tag Tryna get my people to the point that we don't split the tab Guess I got the gift for gab, boy I got a killa' knack Graduation gave 'em Flow 'n' Tell but they ain't feelin' that Two years I gave 'em SWEETTOOTH but where the features at? Hella cleva, head on propella but got no landin' gear They prayin' to see me crash, I'm passin' the atmosphere Cuz I could never prosper if I'm livin' passive I still be strugglin' with funds, got no love from the masses I been jugglin' nine-to-fives, still comin' up with the raps Fumblin' on my name, they mumblin' on a track The early bird got a worm and Landalin got a sack I'd probably try to act, if I ain't get into rap But the world is a stage, I know my role and I play it These Critics tryna inhibit, still all my peoples is with it I think we bout to make a killin' I think we bout to make a killin' I think we bout to make a killin' I think we bout to make a killin' (Come on) I think we bout to make a killin' Killin' killin', killin' killin' killin' killin' (Hey, hey) I think we bout to make a killin' Killin' killin', killin' killin' killin' killin'