Killswitch
Seems like everybody want some problems they ain't tryna deal with
I'm about to turn into a beast & flip the killswitch
No days off with me, I swear I'm workin' till the bills flip
I'mma stack this paper, countin' money to the ceilin'
I feel like Westbrook with these averages
Fans come in like packages (aye!)
My work ethic been hazardous
I'mma come up fast like Nazareth
I'm runnin' the game, you know what I do
I got hits on the boards, you lookin' at proof
Stackin' my bread till it's hittin' the roof
You know that it's heat if I step in the booth
Hop on a track & it sounds like I'm skiin'
I'm gettin' to places I knew that I'd be in
We takin' it all boy you know we not leasin'
Got goons in my city that hit for no reason (yeah)
Yeah we grindin' till the sun down (till the sun down)
Girls that used to curve us say wassup now, aye
Feels like I'm runnin' in place
Flip the script & rip the page
They hate but smilin' in my face
Disappointed 'cause of my race
Count your blessings say your grace
It's JP AKA the best you've never heard of
I'm really killin' beats,
I've been out here catchin' murder (you know!)
I kill'em everytime I show up
I needed help & you ain't showed up
And now you think I'm gonna show love?
Well that's not the Brandon I know of (no!)
I'm stayin' 100 until the grave
And that's why the people gon' know my name
I do it for money, not for the fame
But thank God that I'm saved
Seems like everybody want some problems they ain't tryna deal with
I'm about to turn into a beast & flip the killswitch
No days off with me, I swear I'm workin' till the bills flip
I'mma stack this paper, countin' money to the ceilin'
I've been ballin' hard since nine-two (two)
I know some dudes who carry nines too (chh-chh)
LI NY born & raised, shoutout to God I never hit the grave (never!)
Holy wave got'em lookin' shook (ooh)
Dust bible better crack the book (ooh)
And alot of y'all missed that number play (yeah they missed it!)
I ain't got time to go pop a zan (no time)
Tryna' get to the place where my papa's in (no time)
I pray he let all my partners in
'Cause y'all don't really want that consequence (they don't want it!)
Kill'em all off, I put that on God
I really been workin' it's not a facade
I'm tryna know is you down for the rock
Don't get it twisted, I'm pushin' the rock
Got no time to keep it lowkey (got no time)
Now they wanna talk it like they know me (they don't know)
Always right on time without the rolley (got no rolley)
And you know my girl badder than Kylie! (uh!)
Locked up my soul & it's all in the safe (yuh!)
Say what I say until I hit the grave (boom!)
Never immitate, I'mma levitate
Why would I stress if he knows the fate? (why would I stress?!)
Black out the dark like some melanin (chyea!)
In the black car writin' melodies (SKRRT!)
Lucy will not get the best of me no (uhh!)
Lucy will not get the best of me (no he won't!)
Seems like everybody want some problems they ain't tryna deal with
I'm about to turn into a beast & flip the killswitch
No days off with me, I swear I'm workin' till the bills flip
I'mma stack this paper, countin' money to the ceilin'
I'm about to turn into a beast & flip the killswitch
No days off with me, I swear I'm workin' till the bills flip
I'mma stack this paper, countin' money to the ceilin'
I feel like Westbrook with these averages
Fans come in like packages (aye!)
My work ethic been hazardous
I'mma come up fast like Nazareth
I'm runnin' the game, you know what I do
I got hits on the boards, you lookin' at proof
Stackin' my bread till it's hittin' the roof
You know that it's heat if I step in the booth
Hop on a track & it sounds like I'm skiin'
I'm gettin' to places I knew that I'd be in
We takin' it all boy you know we not leasin'
Got goons in my city that hit for no reason (yeah)
Yeah we grindin' till the sun down (till the sun down)
Girls that used to curve us say wassup now, aye
Feels like I'm runnin' in place
Flip the script & rip the page
They hate but smilin' in my face
Disappointed 'cause of my race
Count your blessings say your grace
It's JP AKA the best you've never heard of
I'm really killin' beats,
I've been out here catchin' murder (you know!)
I kill'em everytime I show up
I needed help & you ain't showed up
And now you think I'm gonna show love?
Well that's not the Brandon I know of (no!)
I'm stayin' 100 until the grave
And that's why the people gon' know my name
I do it for money, not for the fame
But thank God that I'm saved
Seems like everybody want some problems they ain't tryna deal with
I'm about to turn into a beast & flip the killswitch
No days off with me, I swear I'm workin' till the bills flip
I'mma stack this paper, countin' money to the ceilin'
I've been ballin' hard since nine-two (two)
I know some dudes who carry nines too (chh-chh)
LI NY born & raised, shoutout to God I never hit the grave (never!)
Holy wave got'em lookin' shook (ooh)
Dust bible better crack the book (ooh)
And alot of y'all missed that number play (yeah they missed it!)
I ain't got time to go pop a zan (no time)
Tryna' get to the place where my papa's in (no time)
I pray he let all my partners in
'Cause y'all don't really want that consequence (they don't want it!)
Kill'em all off, I put that on God
I really been workin' it's not a facade
I'm tryna know is you down for the rock
Don't get it twisted, I'm pushin' the rock
Got no time to keep it lowkey (got no time)
Now they wanna talk it like they know me (they don't know)
Always right on time without the rolley (got no rolley)
And you know my girl badder than Kylie! (uh!)
Locked up my soul & it's all in the safe (yuh!)
Say what I say until I hit the grave (boom!)
Never immitate, I'mma levitate
Why would I stress if he knows the fate? (why would I stress?!)
Black out the dark like some melanin (chyea!)
In the black car writin' melodies (SKRRT!)
Lucy will not get the best of me no (uhh!)
Lucy will not get the best of me (no he won't!)
Seems like everybody want some problems they ain't tryna deal with
I'm about to turn into a beast & flip the killswitch
No days off with me, I swear I'm workin' till the bills flip
I'mma stack this paper, countin' money to the ceilin'
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Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, James Penley
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