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to skins/ since u phews wanna scrimmage/ need to worry bout yo bars/ instead cars n ya image/ but that’ll neva happen/ killer mike still ain’t platinum/ it’s

the killer rhythm to the verses
What a motherfucker sayin' about the Big Tubbs livin' it up?
I gotta let a motherfucker know I ride a big truck
I got the big

to tile all my ceilings?
That's right, I'm afraid
That'll be ten grand
If your wall's too bland, I can lend a hand
Got a car full of samples too artfully

on my wrist
Bread on my plate, got your bitch on my dish
Moving ain't losing, my pockets on Terrio
Taught by them killers could never be scared of you

that trunk gotta make room
Cause if he try to play us then them bullets going straight through
Broad day light I ain't no killer but don't push me
I'm

comes out by itself I'm less stressed now
Speeding through the toll gates my car looking a wreck now
Sometimes reality just forces you to calm down
Calm

Scott
You can be the boss if you down to work and nobody hiring you
Coz I could be surrounded by fine art and still be admiring you
Just come and march

you tight
We'll never fight
But these niggas are tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you lies
Mr Kebzee mehn I go by the name MK
Pocket full of money this

Yeah
They're calling me the product of a city filled with winners, born sinners and killers
Turn the corner get shot three times and that's

systematic
Top of his class in Mathematics - didn't seem to matter 
Money, fast cars with dual exhaust
That how He peeled off
(That's how He peeled off )
Ready

I been top 5 
Check the replay 
Got killers on stand by lurking 
Both pockets on full on purpose 
Street nigga both still phone working 
I can get rap

are bitter
Toward the childish killers
Got the nuts of a thousand gorillas
But that don't mean
I gotta broadcast'em with you
I'm feeling kinda blasted

told me she was done I'm like OK peace
I'm so motherfucking up I can't feel my feet
Did it all by myself so I'on need no help
When your pants 15 hunnid

of killers with me
And they packing them Uzis
I got cameras all around me
Like I'm filming a movie
I keep a cup full of Bonnie
I sip it till I'm retarded
I'm

Imma finna be, bigger than you'll ever be
Boy you talking to a
Killer raised by a drug dealer
Smoke weed fuck hoes don't
Need liquor, Sip hen get throwed

‘em all air bruv 
See me in the bits, where’s your clique full of the killers you say you got backing it 
Need no boo man I munch MCs like I’m Majin

Cuz right now 
The fake 
Spread like plaque  
25 with the l 
No chance at probation  
No more bitches 
No more cars 
just the bars that  
I'm facing

a destroyed country, a couple secretly married, feet smelling like shit, a town full blown away by the rain, the latest personal computer, an old picture found

peewee
Car full of gas but my tank on E
Imma spazz bout my cash got them racks on me 
Nigga try me then you know imma blow ya 
You know you can't see but

bananas too/remember back on the block by the park bench/bottom of the hill rhyming through the dark man/out late enough you could see the zombies/scratch

or dimes
A Peaceful ending or face my crimes
Penthouse or laying on the side cars driving by
Where is my soldier soul in all of this
I only hear my younger

shit when they haven't even met me
Don't fuck the fuck around or shits gonna get messy
And that's how I keep it 'oh so flavor full and zesty'

My beats

many killers
Free from the popo, and full of coco, cocaina
High on the molly, molly, spent all my money
Woke up on Monday, slept by the front door
My

don't get your melon squeezed
Head full of purple clouds, no stress
Crease in my Dickies, influenced by the old west, oh yes
They say it takes a boss