killin' me

dee watkins

(know what i'm saying

you know i get in that mode

know what i'm saying)

yeah

i ain't wit it today don't say shit to me

i got niggas locked up and its killing me

i was broke and them bitches wasn't feeling me

you a ho you got bitch nigga tendencies

this a message to all of my enemies

when its up bitch its stuck ain't no sympathy

keep a glizzy they trying to get rid of me

name another young nigga that's real as me

what we got put you out of your miseries

it don't take much to just feel the beat

all these nigga keep talking bout killin me

that's a quick way to end up deceased

we will light this bitch up like a christmas tree

i been rolling i'm drinking this hennessy

say my name ringing bells way in tennessee

but i'm still in the hood where my niggas be

better tell a nigga watch it

i ain't trying to talk to you if ain't bout a profit

cash getting long it ain't fitting in my wallet

nigga cock blocking bout a bitch better stop it

know this shit bout to change going up like a rocket

my name running game now i'm the trending topic

niggas trying to cop it

why you out here jocking

you better stop it

before we come and cock it

uh yeah

we get it popping don't lose your life for acting to cocky

i'm with the gang and this bitch like the nazi

talk like you hard boy you softer than cotton

i kicked the door down cause they tried to lock it

when i come around my shit ima pop it

learn how to get money and turn to hobby

i keep a weapon i see how they watching me

you know i always thought this shit was justgon' be a dream forever

until we turn it to a reality you know

a lifestyle we major now

we global

back to the facts

go get you some racks

i told her don't get attached

i just want to beat your lil' back in

stop all that cappin' uh

i ain't with that acting uh

you niggas be rapping

i gotta keep me a mac 10

the only thing i trust is a scale

yeah

rip blood wish you well

yeah

this shit stuck my heart like a nail

yeah

this is real life ain't no tale

yeah

remember 3rd grade i had failed

yeah

now look at my life living well

yeah

why these niggas all up on my trail

yeah

it ain't nothing else i gotta sell

yeah

i had to thank the lord hallelujah

pain turned a nigga to a shooter

every nigga round me will do you

i was 15 fucking on a cougar

mama say son i can't lose you

i apologize for everything i put you

its kind of hard to look at you

but i swear a nigga will get cooked bout you

why do you feel like you hard

we already know you a narc

said a nigga up to catch a charge

trying to stop the boy from living large

live my life it will rip you apart

i ain't know this would be from the start

look at me at the top of the charts

this ain't regular rap this an art