Killing It
Killing it, killing it, winning the game
Spreading the name, you're all in my lane
I'm spitting untamed like ash in Pompeii
Yeah
Why the hell are you here?
I never wanted you near
I want a thousand, you hear
No more checking on your rear
Wrote this, my mate (uh)
There's nothing bad on his plate
Nah, you're listening, you're not late
I'm writing on a clean slate (uh)
And I could say that I'm popping
And I wouldn't lie 'cause I'm copping
No backlash and no chopping
I'm coming through without shopping (yeah)
Wouldn't wanna wipe out on your ways
Wouldn't wanna wake up rainy days
Wouldn't wanna beat a kitten, nah
I've been hanging out with Jah
You can't touch me, now you're like that
If I feast on food, I'll get fat
Got no common knowledge like that
If you want my money just scat (leave)
Killing it, killing it, winning the game
Spreading the name, you're all in my lane
I'm spitting untamed like ash in Pompeii
Yeah
I don't wanna be famous
Like "The Rock" in Las Vegas
I didn't like Andreas
I make tunes like I'm shameless
I wrote this, my mate (uh)
There's nothing bad on his plate
Nah, you're listening you're not late
I'm writing on a clean slate (uh)
If I'm hurting, I'm over it
Emotionless, but a little bit
Fixed up when I'm messed up
And I'm messed up when I'm fixed up
Spreading the name, you're all in my lane
I'm spitting untamed like ash in Pompeii
Yeah
Why the hell are you here?
I never wanted you near
I want a thousand, you hear
No more checking on your rear
Wrote this, my mate (uh)
There's nothing bad on his plate
Nah, you're listening, you're not late
I'm writing on a clean slate (uh)
And I could say that I'm popping
And I wouldn't lie 'cause I'm copping
No backlash and no chopping
I'm coming through without shopping (yeah)
Wouldn't wanna wipe out on your ways
Wouldn't wanna wake up rainy days
Wouldn't wanna beat a kitten, nah
I've been hanging out with Jah
You can't touch me, now you're like that
If I feast on food, I'll get fat
Got no common knowledge like that
If you want my money just scat (leave)
Killing it, killing it, winning the game
Spreading the name, you're all in my lane
I'm spitting untamed like ash in Pompeii
Yeah
I don't wanna be famous
Like "The Rock" in Las Vegas
I didn't like Andreas
I make tunes like I'm shameless
I wrote this, my mate (uh)
There's nothing bad on his plate
Nah, you're listening you're not late
I'm writing on a clean slate (uh)
If I'm hurting, I'm over it
Emotionless, but a little bit
Fixed up when I'm messed up
And I'm messed up when I'm fixed up
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