Killa
Killer
No you don't get much realer
Time moves slow, your index finger moving right to trigger
Standing strong like pillar, hearing the flow like river
There's no way that you're that big
You've got Quentin Millar, I know
I'm way too stubborn, Put lyrics in the oven
Know my style as fresh as linen, and your style as old as mutton
Yeah it's cheaper by the dozen, I am on my way like Russian
Fame is distant like a cousin, I love me don't care who doesn't
It's much safer now
Growing up I would make the rounds
Always be someone hating me
I beat up guys in every town
Couldn't even go to Grandma's house
They would attack me, I was out
I was the only thing on their minds
Sometimes, I was glad that I just made it out
Fuck it
They're fucking pussies, they're thinking that they are tough
Jump one man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched
Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do shit
If you need a gang to fight, you're a pussy little bitch
What
Dirty creatures, they jump out like hyenas
They're the lowest of the low, you know that they're bottom feeders
I'll be hunting them myself, I'm a dirty coward seeker
Catch them crying to their moms When I take them to the cleaners, Yo
They run their mouths so, I said go back your talk
They're all disrespecting me till I smack them in the jaw
This is good old fashioned war, with my bare knuckles and gore
Nowadays it's turning legal and it pains me to my core
Just imagine they're writing legal stories without backing it
They say they're men but they're suing me for packing it
Suing me for having too much pride to take their little digs
Coming with a legal team, tough guys thinking they're big
It's all fucked, this new concept of manhood
They're only doing shit if their whole damn gang would
If I go and fuck up, no I'm not jumping a guy
I be respectful and learn from it, I am humble in life
It's no joke, what I've been through know most wouldn't cope
They're not tough enough, they'd end it with a chair and a rope
But not me, just power through it like a machine
I've been made into a man and now I'm free to do me
It was a small town world, where I spent my childhood
I did a lot of things that no normal child should
My Dad was a karate champion of the world
So he taught me some lessons, and they weren't just words
To be more physical, to fight and be a man till I'm dead
I did boxing and judo, and karate we shared
He made a proper fighter out of me, I battered some heads
It wasn't safe around, I had to learn to defend
Oh maan
They're fucking pussies thinking that they are tough
Jump one man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched
Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do shit
If you need a gang to fight, you're a pussy little bitch
Dirty creatures, they jump out like hyenas
They're the lowest of the low, you know that they're bottom feeders
I'll be hunting them myself, I'm a dirty coward seeker
Catch them crying to their moms, when I take them to the cleaners
This was after the Soviets, the regime had collapsed
The streets fell into chaos and the chaos was matched
Warring parties all around, I am not all alone
They knew sticks just couldn't break me so they tried with fucking stones
I was desperate for change
All them fights got me drained
So I Moved to US, I was so young and felt strange
But my future's ahead, and I thank god I escaped
I know if I had stayed
Where I would sleep might be a grave
No you don't get much realer
Time moves slow, your index finger moving right to trigger
Standing strong like pillar, hearing the flow like river
There's no way that you're that big
You've got Quentin Millar, I know
I'm way too stubborn, Put lyrics in the oven
Know my style as fresh as linen, and your style as old as mutton
Yeah it's cheaper by the dozen, I am on my way like Russian
Fame is distant like a cousin, I love me don't care who doesn't
It's much safer now
Growing up I would make the rounds
Always be someone hating me
I beat up guys in every town
Couldn't even go to Grandma's house
They would attack me, I was out
I was the only thing on their minds
Sometimes, I was glad that I just made it out
Fuck it
They're fucking pussies, they're thinking that they are tough
Jump one man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched
Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do shit
If you need a gang to fight, you're a pussy little bitch
What
Dirty creatures, they jump out like hyenas
They're the lowest of the low, you know that they're bottom feeders
I'll be hunting them myself, I'm a dirty coward seeker
Catch them crying to their moms When I take them to the cleaners, Yo
They run their mouths so, I said go back your talk
They're all disrespecting me till I smack them in the jaw
This is good old fashioned war, with my bare knuckles and gore
Nowadays it's turning legal and it pains me to my core
Just imagine they're writing legal stories without backing it
They say they're men but they're suing me for packing it
Suing me for having too much pride to take their little digs
Coming with a legal team, tough guys thinking they're big
It's all fucked, this new concept of manhood
They're only doing shit if their whole damn gang would
If I go and fuck up, no I'm not jumping a guy
I be respectful and learn from it, I am humble in life
It's no joke, what I've been through know most wouldn't cope
They're not tough enough, they'd end it with a chair and a rope
But not me, just power through it like a machine
I've been made into a man and now I'm free to do me
It was a small town world, where I spent my childhood
I did a lot of things that no normal child should
My Dad was a karate champion of the world
So he taught me some lessons, and they weren't just words
To be more physical, to fight and be a man till I'm dead
I did boxing and judo, and karate we shared
He made a proper fighter out of me, I battered some heads
It wasn't safe around, I had to learn to defend
Oh maan
They're fucking pussies thinking that they are tough
Jump one man with 8 or 9 of them they think they can't be touched
Jumping me with knives and bricks and they still just can't do shit
If you need a gang to fight, you're a pussy little bitch
Dirty creatures, they jump out like hyenas
They're the lowest of the low, you know that they're bottom feeders
I'll be hunting them myself, I'm a dirty coward seeker
Catch them crying to their moms, when I take them to the cleaners
This was after the Soviets, the regime had collapsed
The streets fell into chaos and the chaos was matched
Warring parties all around, I am not all alone
They knew sticks just couldn't break me so they tried with fucking stones
I was desperate for change
All them fights got me drained
So I Moved to US, I was so young and felt strange
But my future's ahead, and I thank god I escaped
I know if I had stayed
Where I would sleep might be a grave
Credits
Writer(s): Devi Khajishvili
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