J. COLE - Killers

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[Verse 1]

Momma I just killed a man

My body still trembling can you feel my hand

Don’t shed no tears, it won’t be long before they find out it was me momma

This may be the last time you see me free ma

Don’t spend it cryin’

You did your best, me I was blessed, know you were stressed tryin’

To keep me out the streets, me ducking police

Tryin’ not to make a peek to wake you up out your sleep

A drunk and high fool

Skip a class, fluncking high school

I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned

Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned

You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed

You tried to show me right but somehow I never turned

Lost in a cloud of marijuana, are you sane dummy

Dry your face mommy, your not to blame for me

See I’m a man, I gotta take whatever came for me

At times I wonder ’bout my father

Would it change for me if he was around?

Would I still be running round with the lowlife’s

Bum ass n-ggas no jobs, no life

Seen them n-ggas killed for no price

I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light

I pulled the trigger momma

Tryna be hard, I aint mean to kill the n-gga momma

But what’s done is done

I’m on the run, I live my life like a movie now it’s way too realer

Who woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer

Yeh, now I’m a killer

Guess I’m a killer

They got me in here with the killers

Yeah I mean the killers

[Verse 2]

I wonder whats in store for me

Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, hope that there’s more for me

Than just a simple life

N-ggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life

Gave up the jump shot

Work on the john shot

Who woulda thought I used to block this n-ggas lay ups

Now he’s in a cell layed up

I wish you well, stay up

Like insomniacs

This life can make a n-gga fold like a laundry mat

I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain

and so that I react slow, in this fast world

Slow n-ggas, fast girls

Hoes give up ass while these ho n-ggas hold triggers

Blast on ‘em

Hold up that old checker flag for ‘em

Chalk lines by the do not park sign

It’s deep, all these cold hearted n-ggas holding heat

I’d rather blast before they steal a n-gga

Tell ‘em now boy, don’t make me turn into a killer

Yeah, into a killer

Don’t make me turn into a killer

Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh

[Verse 3]

To those who had love for me in the past

Who woulda thought time would fly by so fast

I remember back in class we used to make believe

Like it was draft day

Swore that we would make the league, be rich

Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, awww shit

Watch how they pile up

Seem like a mile up

I was the blisters on my hand than I dial up my best friend

Skating ring is where we headed tonight

And if a n-gga disrespect, yes we ready to fight

In retrospect that shit seemed petty

At the time, the shit was heavy

Cause life was all about your name

You had to scrap with any n-gga that would call you lame

Ashamed no doubt, so many n-ggas go they brains blown out

Snatched a n-gga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries

Another body in a cemetery

Another young n-gga in the penitentiary

And he don’t give a f-ck no missionary

Rap visionary, paint a picture n-gga pictionary

Tell you what it is, I’m a dictionary

I knew a n-gga that threw his d-ck in every chick in every city that he went to

Went hard like the rent do

Till he met the wrong bitch, man just came home ex-convict

And he stay on with that Thriller

Shit, f-cking around with them killers

yeah, with them killers

F-cking around with them killers

Say I’m a killer

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Thanks to adrianna

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