Kill It

(album: Ask My Brother - 2020)

Yeah
Cah I burn a boy like D on
(Ain't even in my lane, boy)

Yeah, it must be cah I'm getting on
It's like most of the ends don't get along
But my money's on me, who's you betting on?
You can call me Young D or Teflon
Cah I burn a boy like D on Stefflon
Yeah, I'm stepping in and I'm stepping on
And I'm stepping out and I'm getting done
You know my mates, you know exactly who I get it from
And the youngers know exactly who they get it from
We the plugs, they know exactly who to get it from
You ain't even in my lane, boy, step along
Blud, it's getting long, cah my gun is long
And my money long, you're funny don (Funny don)
I ain't fucking with' no funny nigga, I'm a getting money don (Huh)
Real niggas getting money, tryna build shit, the game ain't a race, it's a marathon (Uh)
So I'm jugging and I'm
Yeah, I'm chugging and I'm
Get whipping and I
Let it look and then I
Hit the shotty and I'm a shotter
Up and down, in and out the block-a
Ain't no cap in my music
Blud, I said what I said, if the shoe fit
Niggas wanna act like they're lost 'til I lose it
Don't make me prove it (Uh) (Cah I pull up in a-)

What? Cah they got me in a booth on booth shit (Got me in a booth shit)
If my niggas don't slide, they ain't B, gon' pull up and shoot shit (Gon' pull up and bye)
Get nicked, go jail, tell the judge, "I just wan' do music" (I'm an artist)
Twenty bags for my bail cah a nigga just wan' do music

Yeah, it must be cah I get about, yeah
Area boy and I'm stepping out
Yeah, you're still in the ends, I'm jetting out
Couldn't fill half the room man's selling out
Haven't even seen half the food man's selling out
But it's selling out, I ain't selling dunes and I ain't selling clout
This is C-town, weapons out
You know, get 'em down, get 'em down (Huh)
Did I lick 'em, did I?
Did I rob 'em, did I?
Did I jook 'em, did I?
Did I shot him? Did I?
Yeah, it's all going on 'round here
Can't even make a song 'round here
So I don't need to drill rap for them to feel that
This is real rap
I got PTSD, how the fuck they gon' heal that? (Uh)
And a lot of niggas dead for them niggas, don't feel that (Uh)
Want love from these streets? You ain't ever gon' feel that (Uh)
No love for police, I ain't ever gon' feel that (I ain't ever gon' feel that)
They don't want me on the streets or the beats but they want me in the jail like these neeks (Cah I pull up in a-)

What? Cah they got me in a booth on booth shit (Got me in a booth shit)
If my niggas don't slide, they ain't B, gon' pull up and shoot shit (Gon' pull up and bye)
Get nicked, go jail, tell the judge, "I just wan' do music" (I'm an artist)
Twenty bags for my bail cah a nigga just wan' do music