Killers

[Verse 1] I'm with a bunch of stupid niggas, did I stutter? I don't speak before I think so I mean every letter Lil' rat nigga was hiding in the gutter Couldn't find where he was at so we fucked up his brother Someone must suffer for somethin' dumb This summer the sun bring out buns, the guns bring out funds The feds, the fuzz, shooting up the fucking club A bunch a young niggas, shit So to be or not to be? A nigga tryna rise above the fuck shit I don't know niggas could pull up at my door Talk coals and cat callin' dog hoes I don't show hands, low hands(Lohan’s) held My lens see more bands, my prayers answered Idle time is the place the devil dance at dark-night Fuck a Batman, I'm Gat-man but robbin' on sight For your sack, you could get sacrificed But that's some bad advice Skrap in tight into your seat and take a trip with J.I.D Better get yo ass up off yo ass Told yo ass "It's time to eat!" Clean the bed and pack the bags, roll the weed Take a shot cause I can't drink, because I'm driving Trippin' through my mind Had some time to think about the times Blurred vision couldn't see the signs and beneath the lies And from my youth I've seen the truth will come and demonize Realize that everybody blind but tryna lead the blind Eyes on God, gathering minds til' we redefine Reminded, refined wood plottin' formaldehyde Gentrifying my hood, my juug tryna galvanize, good! My mama got this shit from out the mud My sister had the baby with the blood My pops was in the 80's off the drugs with a .38 snub Maybe yo daddy flipped a pack and had the strap in yo hood My family black as fuck and black is love I've been faded back to black it ain't no good for me But better than it could be, I'm stupid as fuck [Bridge] Shit, but all my niggas stupider My shooter could pull out a Ruger for your arugula Irregular triggering thoughts Out the blue, red lights on, flickering off Check the mirror and move! Gun shots just a spiritual tune on some nights Niggas bored, they ain't got nothin' to do No opportunity, community centers for after school, you can cool at Fuck it they goonin', cop a tool my nigga move that Fuck is you doin'? Let him cook it on the spoon, now he spoon-fed Dope fiends howling at the moon from balloon bags [Verse 2]