Kids Kill

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas] I'm twenty young I'm not getting no money (Bro) I make hella excuses (Jokes) Think everything is funny (Ha) I'm lying to my money (Sorry) I tell her I'm not hungry (Its a lie) I'm up late night I'm working (Shit) Otherwise I'm bumming On (?) with my (?) (Tick tick) They cop cigarettes for me (God damn) What type of life is this No one taught me shit (Never) Sit back and I reminisce How would I smoke out with (?) He told me stories about how he was a kid Meanwhile y mom kept my ass in the crib "Keep your ass in the crib 'cause these niggas are shooting" No bunch of chitter chatter "Cause any day could be the day her son go splitter splatter And she says she remembers when she heard my pitter patter So it probably confused her when a nigga picked up a rapper I pick up while I'm smoking cover up the (?) I'm writing all these stories niggas got to feel this chapter I'm dodging death on the daily I've been ducking some disasters So you talking about my Twitter, I'm like what the fuck it matters Talking about my Twitter I'm like what the fuck it matter huh (What the fuck it matter huh) So you talking about my Twitter i'm like what the fuck it matter huh (That's it?) Said you talking about my Twitter I'm like what the fuck it matter huh What the fuck it matter Said you talking bout my Twitter like what the fuck it matter huh Just some kids killing shit Making hits, taking risks Just some kids killing shit Making hits, taking risks Take a hit of this oooh Just some kids killing shit Kids killing shit Making hits, taking risks Tick tick