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[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Momma I just killed a man
My body still trembling can you feel my hand
Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out it was me momma
This may be the last time you see me free ma
Don't spend it cryin'
You did your best, me I was blessed, know you were stressed tryin'
To keep me out the streets, me ducking police
Tryin' not to make a peek to wake you up out your sleep
A drunk and high fool
Skip a class, fluncking high school
I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned
Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned
You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed
You tried to show me right but somehow I never turned
Lost in a cloud of marijuana, are you sane dummy
Dry your face mommy, your not to blame for me
See I'm a man, I gotta take whatever came for me
At times I wonder 'bout my father
Would it change for me if he was around?
Would I still be running round with the lowlife's
Bum ass niggas no jobs, no life
Seen them niggas killed for no price
I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light
I pulled the trigger momma
Tryna be hard, I ain't mean to kill the nigga momma
But what's done is done
I'm on the run, I live my life like a movie now it's way too realer
Who woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer
Yeh, now I'm a killer
Guess I'm a killer
They got me in here with the killers
Yeah I mean the killers
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
I wonder what's in store for me
Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, hope that there's more for me
Than just a simple life
Niggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life
Gave up the jump shot
Work on the john shot
Who woulda thought I used to block this niggas lay ups
Now he's in a cell layed up
I wish you well, stay up
Like insomniacs
This life can make a nigga fold like a laundry mat
I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain
And so that I react slow, in this fast world
Slow niggas, fast girls
Hoes give up ass while these ho niggas hold triggers
Blast on 'em
Hold up that old checker flag for 'em
Chalk lines by the do not park sign
It's deep, all these cold hearted niggas holding heat
I'd rather blast before they steal a nigga
Tell 'em now boy, don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, into a killer
Don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
To those who had love for me in the past
Who woulda thought time would fly by so fast
I remember back in class we used to make believe
Like it was draft day
Swore that we would make the league, be rich
Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, awww shit
Watch how they pile up
Seem like a mile up
I was the blisters on my hand than I dial up my best friend
Skating ring is where we headed tonight
And if a nigga disrespect, yes we ready to fight
In retrospect that shit seemed petty
At the time, the shit was heavy
Cause life was all about your name
You had to scrap with any nigga that would call you lame
Ashamed no doubt, so many niggas go they brains blown out
Snatched a nigga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries
Another body in a cemetary
Another young nigga in the penetentiary
And he don't give a fuck no missionary
Rap visionary, paint a picture nigga pictionary
Tell you what it is, I'm a dictionary
I knew a nigga that threw his dick in every chick in every city that he went to
Went hard like the rent do
Till he met the wrong bitch, man just came home ex-convict
And he stay on with that Thriller
Shit, fucking around with them killers
Yeah, with them killers
Fucking around with them killers
Say I'm a killer
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Momma Acabo de matar a un hombre
Mi cuerpo todavía temblando puedes sentir mi mano
No derramó ni una lágrima, no pasará mucho tiempo antes de descubrir que era yo momma
Esta puede ser la última vez que me veas gratis ma
No lo gastes cryin '
Hiciste lo mejor, me fui bendecido, sabe que se hizo hincapié en tryin '
Para mantenerme fuera de las calles, me agachando la policía
Tratando de no hacer una mirada para despertarte a cabo su sueño
Un tonto borracho y alta
Ir a una clase, fluncking escuela secundaria
Sé que me enseñó mejor, de alguna manera nunca aprendí
Dijo que yo estaba jugando con fuego, somehoe Nunca quemado
Se trató de enderezar, de alguna manera nunca con permanente
Ha intentado enseñarme derecho pero de alguna manera nunca se volvió
Perdido en una nube de marihuana es falso cuerdo
Seca tu cara mami, no su culpa por mí
Mira, yo soy un hombre, tengo que tomar lo que viniera por mí
A veces me pregunto acerca de mi padre
¿Cambiaría para mí si él estaba cerca?
¿Todavía se ejecuta con la ronda de los bajos fondos
Bum culo Niggas no hay trabajo, no hay vida
Visto esos negros asesinados por ningún precio
Miré su destello vida ante sus ojos como una luz estroboscópica
Tiré de la mamá de disparo
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
J Cole
Killers
Killers
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Momma I just killed a man
My body still trembling can you feel my hand
Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before they find out it was me momma
This may be the last time you see me free ma
Don't spend it cryin'
You did your best, me I was blessed, know you were stressed tryin'
To keep me out the streets, me ducking police
Tryin' not to make a peek to wake you up out your sleep
A drunk and high fool
Skip a class, fluncking high school
I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned
Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned
You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed
You tried to show me right but somehow I never turned
Lost in a cloud of marijuana, are you sane dummy
Dry your face mommy, your not to blame for me
See I'm a man, I gotta take whatever came for me
At times I wonder 'bout my father
Would it change for me if he was around?
Would I still be running round with the lowlife's
Bum ass niggas no jobs, no life
Seen them niggas killed for no price
I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light
I pulled the trigger momma
Tryna be hard, I ain't mean to kill the nigga momma
But what's done is done
I'm on the run, I live my life like a movie now it's way too realer
Who woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer
Yeh, now I'm a killer
Guess I'm a killer
They got me in here with the killers
Yeah I mean the killers
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
I wonder what's in store for me
Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, hope that there's more for me
Than just a simple life
Niggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life
Gave up the jump shot
Work on the john shot
Who woulda thought I used to block this niggas lay ups
Now he's in a cell layed up
I wish you well, stay up
Like insomniacs
This life can make a nigga fold like a laundry mat
I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain
And so that I react slow, in this fast world
Slow niggas, fast girls
Hoes give up ass while these ho niggas hold triggers
Blast on 'em
Hold up that old checker flag for 'em
Chalk lines by the do not park sign
It's deep, all these cold hearted niggas holding heat
I'd rather blast before they steal a nigga
Tell 'em now boy, don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, into a killer
Don't make me turn into a killer
Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
To those who had love for me in the past
Who woulda thought time would fly by so fast
I remember back in class we used to make believe
Like it was draft day
Swore that we would make the league, be rich
Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, awww shit
Watch how they pile up
Seem like a mile up
I was the blisters on my hand than I dial up my best friend
Skating ring is where we headed tonight
And if a nigga disrespect, yes we ready to fight
In retrospect that shit seemed petty
At the time, the shit was heavy
Cause life was all about your name
You had to scrap with any nigga that would call you lame
Ashamed no doubt, so many niggas go they brains blown out
Snatched a nigga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries
Another body in a cemetary
Another young nigga in the penetentiary
And he don't give a fuck no missionary
Rap visionary, paint a picture nigga pictionary
Tell you what it is, I'm a dictionary
I knew a nigga that threw his dick in every chick in every city that he went to
Went hard like the rent do
Till he met the wrong bitch, man just came home ex-convict
And he stay on with that Thriller
Shit, fucking around with them killers
Yeah, with them killers
Fucking around with them killers
Say I'm a killer
J Cole
Killers
Killers
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Momma Acabo de matar a un hombre
Mi cuerpo todavía temblando puedes sentir mi mano
No derramó ni una lágrima, no pasará mucho tiempo antes de descubrir que era yo momma
Esta puede ser la última vez que me veas gratis ma
No lo gastes cryin '
Hiciste lo mejor, me fui bendecido, sabe que se hizo hincapié en tryin '
Para mantenerme fuera de las calles, me agachando la policía
Tratando de no hacer una mirada para despertarte a cabo su sueño
Un tonto borracho y alta
Ir a una clase, fluncking escuela secundaria
Sé que me enseñó mejor, de alguna manera nunca aprendí
Dijo que yo estaba jugando con fuego, somehoe Nunca quemado
Se trató de enderezar, de alguna manera nunca con permanente
Ha intentado enseñarme derecho pero de alguna manera nunca se volvió
Perdido en una nube de marihuana es falso cuerdo
Seca tu cara mami, no su culpa por mí
Mira, yo soy un hombre, tengo que tomar lo que viniera por mí
A veces me pregunto acerca de mi padre
¿Cambiaría para mí si él estaba cerca?
¿Todavía se ejecuta con la ronda de los bajos fondos
Bum culo Niggas no hay trabajo, no hay vida
Visto esos negros asesinados por ningún precio
Miré su destello vida ante sus ojos como una luz estroboscópica
Tiré de la mamá de disparo
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
