| I saw the clip of my homeboy
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| I saw the clip of my homeboy get killed by the police
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| He was playin' with a toy gun
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| And then he wanna go get a real one
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| I-I can’t let the cops kill me
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| I start, I start shootin' at shit, you know?
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| I should be at home playing fortnite
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| 'Stead I’m on the corner, cracking open a coors light
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| Tell the ops its on sight
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| Mom shot some dope when she was pregnant with me
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| So the doctor said I wasn’t born right
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| I feel fine though, fuck with me and my nine go
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| I’m handy with the steel
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| Put you asleep with my eyes closed
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| A first kiss, shit I got a side hoe
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| Creepin' through the side door
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| Homie, you know the vibes bro
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| My Big brother said being black is a death sentence
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| He read a lot, ain’t been the same since he left prison
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| But he still set trippin', rag to the left crippin'
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| Sellin' dope talking in codes about his next shipment
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| He tried to go straight when he was fresh out
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| They wasn’t hiring ex cons they made him stress out
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| Now he trap at that red house, like the fuck the government
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| The fiends loving it, wearing a oven mitt pulling that bread out
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| Uh, wonder why am I a teenage killer
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| Seeing death in the jects made the PJ’s realer
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| Crazy movies bout the hood nigga we way iller
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| Wonder if God forgives teenage killers
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| In baseball you get the Cy Young for great pitching
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| In the hood, you get to die young for weight pinching
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| I’m only 13 my life is in the 8th inning
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| I had a dream I was walking thru Hell’s gate grinning
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| Like, fuck the Devil he can get it too, shoot outs its been a few
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| Stabbed a nigga up for his tennis shoes
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| His homie was running so fuck it I shot him win or lose
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| Now I’m on the run cause my baby face is all in the news
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| The cops kicked in my mama door, start unloading on me
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| 3 to the chest homie it’s ova for me, I’m dying in my mama arms
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| She holding me the same way she did the day she gave birth to me
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| I’m lying, like «mama that ain’t hurt to me"she crying
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| As I start thinking how much was my life was worth to me
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| I’m certainly on some reflection
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| Thinking damn, I should of took my life in a different direction
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| But I buried my friend when the cops killed him
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| And I buried my uncle when the ops killed him
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| Now I’m, cold-hearted, my soul departing
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| Momma, see you heaven, God willin', sorry
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| I was a teenage killer
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| I was a teenage killer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Teenaged Killer (1 John 1:9) , by - KXNG Crooked. Song from the album Flag, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп