Kill Trade

Tools of kill trades out to display, in popular culture and shouts on mixtapes
Rounds of applause and awards for shit made
About how it's hard to walk without a switchblade
Life in a circle of death got you bugged out
Strife in the belly got you fiending acting thugged out
Validated by ones who say being drugged out the new kind of conscious
The rest is all dumbed down
Spawn a life that will talk of death and go
And shoot their mouth off like the sawn off lead
Glorify that they tore the flesh
When in truth they're an actor for who the label tore a cheque
Play your position, get paid to say prison is a way
Or proposition with the violence that your spittin'
The truth it don't glisten like the diamonds that your blingin'
They'd kill to have your life but end up dead to really live it

Careful how you flip it to the yout them
Could they really do 10?
Could they grab a gun and go shoot men?
Not because you said it, don't take it there
Don't need to encourage and maybe just school them
Don't fool them with the slick talk
And try cutting back on the lines of brick talk
Not slingin' weight, you just say your big boss
And think that it's fine spittin' violent discourse
Talk about this corpse made with that piece
Murder rate money what I call your stacks B
If your drug game so big then rap free
If your rap game so tight just rap B
Fuck fitting in with a lack of lyricism
Trap house bars and a lack of simple rhythm
No gun talk here we shoot words off
About those who preach that death is living
Fuck sitting in a cell in a bigger prison
Be the bigger person not another ism
No fun talk then when you're locked in the pen
With the consequence of a bad decision

We don't fund your kill trade
We don't love your kill trade