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Don Q

Killa Season

 

Killa Season


[Cam'ron:]
Fucking serious, man
Ya'll niggas is bullshitting, man
Y'all niggas is fucking playing games
The way this shit go is you 'posed to fucking go to high school
Go to college
Get out of college
Make 30 thousand
After that, then you gon' take taxes
Out the taxes you down to 20 thousand
You gotta give 10 percent of that for your student loans that you been going to fucking school paying for
Now you down to fucking 12 thousand a year
Your rent is fucking 500 a month
Now you down to fucking 5 thousand a year
You gotta eat
How you gon' get fresh?
This shit is not scheduled for us, man
We too petty, man
I'm telling you, man
[Don Q:]
Don
Yeah
Bitch
You know what time it is, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Uh, whoa
I think I'm on tune with my inner demons
He said, "It's killa season"
Should be happy you niggas breathing
Huh?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah

Leaving four deep in the Rover
I count 40K 'fore the weekend is over
They praying to see some exposure
It's getting too hard to keep my composure
I still get chills from dead homies, got me riding round seeking for closure
We James & them up in the club
I fuck up the house with my feet on the sofa
Hundred mill, that's my prediction
Stack up the money like it's a tradition
I got some niggas on bail that went on the run, they ducking conviction
I heard you niggas gon' tell, you can't come around, you sellers restricted
I can't be another statistic
I woke up and I blew a dub with the district
My nigga, I'm not the one you convincing
'Cause I play the stoop when they watching us
Feds on the roof with binoculars
They got the scoop, now they out for us
Breaking cameras that they put in my face, now I'm getting sued by photographers
Daily hammers they get put on the waist, that's how you move when you popular
Bitch, yeah
I put the goonies on top of ya
They gon' do breaking and entering
I hope you using your monitors
You was acting tough for the media
You really confusing your followers
I get you touched without seeing ya
Then I go shoot out the hour
Bitch, fuck all that ducking and hiding, we cutting and sliding
These niggas shuckin and jive so ain't no surprise we never colliding
I'm living limitless, I'm never innocent, homie, I came from the ignorance
Ain't no more rapping, can't do the spitting if niggas invading the premises
I'm putting stones in the rolie the face got me shivering
I'm moving Ye out the tenements
Big homies they always told me be patient and militant
Learn how to play your positioning
Business is business don't offer me under a million 'cause I don't think I consider it
You better pay my percentages, count it all up, then I weight out the dividends
Bitch

hecho

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