Killing Season

I go hard on the beat
You go hard in the streets
We are not the same
I'm trying to live a life
While you trying to live in pain
You got a child on the way
Why you still in these streets
You got a child on the way
He praying for a better day
Praying for some better ways
Well get a job
And stop stealing, robbing after n****s change
Stop stealing that change
You don't need it
It's a reason
This is not the season
N****s are pulling out straps
N****s are pulling out macs
N****s is pulling out gats
They shooting you with the gats
They shooting you
Where you at
They lay you
Where you at
N****s come back and shoot you
Burn your body up

Burn your body up
Burn your body up
Into the ground
Burn your body up
Into the ground
In the house
Under the house
While you're outside
N****s are stupid
N****s ain't moving
N****s are shooting
When it's daytime
N****s are shooting
When it's a lot of whites
When it's a lot of time
When you're going to do crime

This is killing season
I was chilling in the evening
Then they started squeezing
So I started clutching
I know I shouldn't be clutching
On probation for a reason
Let me tell you that story
Roll down the window
Twelve AM on Bloomfield
Ride down the block
Shit really about to get real
N****s about to be ignorant
What the white folks say
This a movie I can be a villain in
Before I was a lyricist
I was really killing shit
I was the realest bitch
Outside we was freezing
We ride then we creeping
Do drive-by in the evening
We slide, leave them bleeding
We leave them there for a reason
This is killing season

Burn your body up
Burn your body up
Into the ground
Burn your body up
Into the ground
In the house
Under the house
While you're outside
N****s are stupid
N****s ain't moving
N****s are shooting
When it's daytime
N****s are shooting
When it's a lot of whites
When it's a lot of time
When you're going to do crime



Credits
Writer(s): Icee Skater
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