Lyrics:
no killers
I was fed from no spoons that were silver
Come from a hood by the Alcovy River
Down 2-1-3 to a road that look like it slither
See in my hood
motivate
By being me you can check thissssss
I'm the catalyst
I don't need to style
I don't need to stunt
Too busy in the back
While these fuckers just front
Hook:
I'm hitting different, I'm driven by motives.
Not one of them, see me bother by bogus.
Stand firm on my word, no voucher noticed.
By any means,
like which one you working?
My foot on they neck like they wearing a turtle
I grew up with killer I was raised by the murders
Walk in yo hood and they
the boy now the man’s making tunes.
Chorus
Stay by me, even if it’s win or lose
Even if it’s win or lose
Stay by me, even if it’s win or lose
Even if
in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about those snitch-ass niggas
I keep on searching and I
Official, the difference between me and niggas
I'm rich when I get off my Insta (get off my Insta)
Get him killed by the night for a sixty
I sent it, I
'em
Shit ain't that hard
For sho'
You got killers, nigga, I'm a killer
You need a gun, I need a 3D printer
My guns are long, your paper ten inch,
I’m from a place where real is real
(Okay, we about to be out of here)
I’m just tryna breathe
(Talib Kweli, Killer Mike)
I’m from a place hustler’s
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20
It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20
I tell nickel and dimers try
everybody get on the ground RIGHT NOW
Yeah, this is not your money this is insured by the Federal Government
So this is not your money, don't move
Don't be
"Why did you join my beloved core?"
"Sir, to kill sir!"
"So you're a killer?"
"Sir yes sir!"
"Let me see your war face."
"Sir?"
"You got a war face?
Planet left by its god
Ideology died and the vision is gone
Oppression part of the plot
Degrading life into material force
Emptiness pain in
that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers who
that Bentley thang
We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
I be with the killers who
heels
Hung and bled
Corpses are suspended by their feet
Swaying dripping bloody piece of meat
Fastened to the ceiling leaking gore
Splashing
Better Of By Myself
Double C Chanel Star Sign
Solitary Stones Yea These Stones Not Rhine
Stone Cold Killer These Are Cemetery Vibes
Graveyard Shift Where
Wait, Ned did 9 straight
Came home knocking cats out
Playing what's that all about
Aiyyo, you gotta maintain killer
I wanna put you on
So you could be
move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando jumpin' like Jordan
I do them random bitches for fun
I'm smokin' loud these days by
del amor ateo
Me cago en tu madre y en la de cupido
A los do' yo les saco el de'o
Bad Bunny baby-by-by-by
This is the remix
This is the remix
Fee fi fo fum, I see the beast close by
But an eye, for an eye, for an eye, for an eye, for an eye
Soon we'll all be blind, over time, over time, over
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
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