Kill!

Kill

Sprinting with them boy’s will get you killed

Please don’t take your hands up off the wheel

Don’t give too much to what ain’t real shawty

I don’t give no **** ‘bout how they feel

Off the block with it

**** a relay I want all of it

I’m not with theatrics

May not be the fastest

But I finish it if I done started it

I got artesian all in my cartilage

Niggas puffin’ they raps up with collegian

You a collage of niggas you following

I do not be acknowledging

If I keep it a hundred, a thousand, a million

You niggas do not be impressing me

No concern for what’s right of me, left of me

If I did there’d be no unique left in me

I done been there before I ain’t going back

Separated my worth away from the stats

Ain’t shit else out here that can hold me back

Ain't shit else out here that can-

Wait

Rap it like Justin Gatlin in the CD

Scratch it if I can’t see the verse in 3D

I’m packing my arteries into mp3

Like high key the CDC gon’ have to see me

Keep my neck straight like a crook in it

Maneuver the lane with the crooks in it

Me, I upgrade from AM to PM

The old me I beat him

You niggas don’t look like this

Kill

Sprinting with them boy’s will get you killed

Please don’t take your hands up off the wheel

Don’t give too much to what ain’t real shawty

I don’t give no **** ‘bout how they feel

Taking some time out to reminisce

When I was too fixed on the politics

When all of my peers I was in the mix with

Threw up duces and split to go do it big

While I’m stuck out here

Truthfully I was too focused on pleasing the he in my heart

I neglected the art when that shit is the point

Ever since it I’m refining my voice

Ever since it every sentence anoints

Had to get it shawty, think that I’m Lloyd

Try to move against influence of coins

Only do if it behooves all my boys

Had to show ‘em who we be like Dubois

Hope the final word I hear ain’t an oink

Scrapped my knees, testing me

C’est la vie

Had to strap my boots

Got lots to lose

No one move

When I shoot I-

Kill

Sprinting with them boy’s will get you killed

Please don’t take your hands up off the wheel

Don’t give too much to what ain’t real shawty

I don’t give no **** 'bout how they feel