Lyrics Didn't Mean to Kill a Man - Max B, Paul Couture

Didn't Mean to Kill a Man

This life I live is pricey man
Momma ain’t give me dollars for the icy man (I Know I Know)
She’d rather go see the dealer man
How these niggas from New York becoming Steeler fans (Closer)
For my family, I will peel a man
I be tryna keep my cool just like a ceiling fan (Ba Pa Pa La La…)
Wouldn’t been here had they did the plan
I didn’t mean to kill a man
We ride 'fore we starve
The fridge is empty, poppa was fired from his job
Now he drinking and sniffing coke, beating on momma
I’d go curl in the dresser, was too small to protect her
Even then it was justified, I was left to die
Poison the rodents cheese, spray it with pesticide
Niggas be steady schemin' but they won’t catch me slippin'
If you push me I’ll get ya, smell like pussy and liquor
Baby all on my ass now I’m all out of excuses
I done told so many lies I dont know what to do
See I know what you do, motherfucker you ain’t shit
Think Imma let you run up in me with the same dick?
Supposed to be doing better, rehabilitated
Bless 'em with Don Snow, spiritual niggas hated
Them bitches shady, drunk off the liquor, fadeed
Million in cash in a Louis duffle in my Mercedes
This life I live is pricey man
Momma ain’t give me dollars for the icy man (I Know I Know)
She’d rather go see the dealer man
How these niggas from New York becoming Steeler fans (Closer)
For my family, I will peel a man
I be tryna keep my cool just like a ceiling fan (Ba Pa Pa La La…)
Wouldn’t been here had they did the plan
I didn’t mean to kill a man
Didn’t mean to do it, if it was up to me
Mom want me in the house, can’t have company
Can’t go back to school, I ain’t got the clothes
Niggas is hiding something, niggas done got exposed
Watch what you saying to 'em, niggas got the phone
Been through the struggles with you, nigga you not alone
Been through the gutters with you, nigga you got the chrome
Picture the color purple, Bigga you got song
Guess if they come and get you, best to be prepared
Saved by the son of God, Jesus with kinky hair
Bedded more prostitutes, fell in love with strippers
Know when the fuck to tip 'em, dick game never tender
Bigga ain’t never been a one you meant to cross
Spreaded myself indeed, thinner than dental floss
Come with a thousand niggas, only 10 crossed
This is mans work, next time send the boss
This life I live is pricey man
Momma ain’t give me dollars for the icy man (I Know I Know)
She’d rather go see the dealer man
How these niggas from New York becoming Steeler fans (Closer)
For my family, I will peel a man
I be tryna keep my cool just like a ceiling fan (Ba Pa Pa La La…)
Wouldn’t been here had they did the plan
I didn’t mean to kill a man