Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killers, artist - J. Cole. Album song Truly Yours, J. Cole, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2017
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Killers |
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 |
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 |
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 cemetary |
Another young n-gga in the penetentiary |
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 |