Murda Goons

Yea, Killa K

DJ Flip, DJ Pauly-O

Rest in Peace J Dilla

Imma rock out to this

Imma try to keep it goin tho Im tryna catch the beat, ya know?

See how I do, Mic check 1-2

(Killa K)

Go get ya squad together

Pray to Allah forever

Me sell my soul to you devils?

Ayo the answers NEVER

You homies not on my level,

I hit the floor with the pedal

I always move with the metal

The diamond chain and bezel

Will leave your bitch bedazzled

I mean, a bitch is baffled

When she be seein me battle

You couldn't fuck with my shadow

Im movin strong but steady

Im always calm and ready

My lyrics long machetes

That carve in starvin bellies

I always keep it goin

I know the heat is flowin

Because the streets is showin

Me love and see, you know it

You six feet below it

I'd keep it G and show it

Youd get a deal and blow it

Id get a deal and grow it

Im tryna deal with shortage

I got these bills and mortgage

A record deal? Ignore it!

But still Im reachin for it

We gotta change our livin

But big chains and chillin

Has got us stayin the villains

And so we slang in buildings

And we endanger children

And we engrave the feelin

Of "early graves" appealin

Should be ashamed of killings

But we embrace the "killas"

That be embracin triggas

Because they chasin figgas

And they erasin (edited)

That was just earnin dollas

Because they'd learn from scholars

And they would yearn for college

And also turn to knowledge

But they would never make it

Because the streets would be "naked"

And all the corners be vacant

And so the homies get taken

Becomin hospital patients

And mothers probably waitin

Influence possibly Satan

Or maybe rides with the Dayton's

Or maybe bitches was hatin

So is there really escapin?

System is mentally rapin

And victims heavily taken

Its like the heavens is breakin

And we surrounded by angels

But we surrounded by danger

Cuz we surrounded by gangstas

Whats only makin it stranger is we all-