Can You Hear Me

Ay man, It's your big bruh, Killer Kill from the Ville man Grind Time Rap Game Bang, bang, bang You know the mantra, you know what we about I just wanna say right now man, if they tell you man you can't come up man You better go against everything they say (cause they lying to you homie go against everything they tell you) I'm about coming from nothing and becoming something (forget about it man) This music is the soundtrack to your success, man All you gotta do is wake up and decide you want it Is it because momma made me a winner I know that it's tough, it ain't a place for a sinner They told me give up, I'm goin' hard for the Winner But now that I'm up, they putting traps on a nigga trying to take it away (While I'm getting this cash, deep in the bundles) (Getting it fast, trying to do what I want to) (They on my ass, but I'm keeping 'em from you) (160 on the dash, they don't see when I come through) Everybody know a lil' nigga like me Never should have made it it's unlikely I never be at the T-O-P Made it from the bottom of the ADV Running to the cars with a pocket full of D Begging them junkies buy dope from me Told 'em I'll give 5 what they pay for 3 My bitch she was grinding all the way to a key These niggas had a fucked up vision ' bout me Thought I was gonna be still in the street With a broke bitch and a box caprice Trying to live good off a quarter key Shitting me talking 'bout thats all I be Nigga, I'm what an Atlanta Georgian be Playin' took my motherfucking heart you see Young Killer Kill from the ADZ Is it because momma made me a winner I know that it's tough, it ain't a place for a sinner They told me give up, I'm goin' hard for the Winner But now that I'm up, they putting traps on a nigga trying to take it away (While I'm getting this cash, deep in the bundles) (Getting it fast, trying to do what I want to) (They on my ass, but I'm keeping 'em from you) (160 on the dash, they don't see when I come through) Ay, Ay, ok yeah like most black males I done made my fair share of crack sales How could you not wanna see me prevail How could you wanna see me locked in jail How could you ignore my people in hell In Adamsville, in Dixie Hill How could you take all the honor and jobs And expect us not to steal and to rob And expect us not to be Dereck Dobb? Or Terry White or Charles Black How could expect us to say no to that Knowing we poor, knowing we black Knowing your husband was sponsoring that Now Iran-Contra is haunting you back Now we took the crack and put it in rap Now your kids is high off that Is it because momma made me a winner I know that it's tough, it ain't a place for a sinner They told me give up, I'm goin' hard for the Winner But now that I'm up, they putting traps on a nigga trying to take it away (While I'm getting this cash, deep in the bundles) (Getting it fast, trying to do what I want to) (They on my ass, but I'm keeping 'em from you) (160 on the dash, they don't see when I come through) All whack rappers, sucker politcal commentators, fake critics You niggas is just plain asleep if you don't notice When you wake up you might have duct tape on your mouth and a ski-mask in your face Grind Time Rap Game, fucker Bang, bang, bang Let's go