Текст песни
Hey, hey, hey
Killroye
From a city where they don't make it out
I guess the baby did (uh-huh)
You can call me Killroye, I don't got no other alias (oh no)
I feel like a alien with mediocre cadences
Mama prob'bly still wonder why I was a crazy kid
But ma, you made me this, and you gave me the greatest gift
I just ain't know what I have and what to make of it (real shit)
Now where is my Call of Duty like I'm Drake a bitch
I'm 'bout to make a ship
And take a shit on all these corny constipated-gist
Bring in the storm, killing old members
I'm listening to Scrapion stay true to my interest
If I put it in a song, you know that I meant it
And you could have had my trust, but you would have bent it
I'm speaking hieroglyphics and I'm highly gifted
Family say he's acting highly distance, but he's probably lifted
Cannabis, it got me optimistic, mate my pop's be trippin'
When he see it in his optic vision, questioning my pot decision (damn)
At school, I said I won that rapping, they would laugh at me (for real)
Now they all doubting, I'm tryna make a masterpiece
And all the athletes are looking like ol' Master P
I'm sorry for speaking facts, but actually it just comes naturally
Hear I can't speak, come on man that shit is blasphemy
Please get the bath for me before I cause a casualty
I casually evolve solo, no it ain't no effect, see
In the industry, fuck himself without them having me
I caught writers block, and it's obvious I'm zoned out like a zombie is
Looking for persuasion like a lobbyist
Going up the hill, but now I'm figure just like Tommy did
I'm tryna get my revenge on all these fucking novices
Up in grade school, I used to play fool like it's April
Rolling herb not no Bezos, you're smoking K too
Cheap vacation, life for set, that's how I get my day through
And put these words together just to amaze you
What happened to the rapping, everybody using autotune
If you think that shit sounds good, you off a lotta shrump
She like my honor on her p, her yet, that shit goes badaboom
Sorry I wouldn't wanna be accurate yeah, I gotta zoom
What's wrong with these niggas
Would they ever learn
You playing with the fire
And your ass would get burn
I said, what's wrong with these niggas
Would they ever learn
You playing with the fire
And your ass would get burn
I said, what's wrong with these niggas
Would they ever learn
You playing with the fire
And your ass would get burn
I said, what's wrong with these niggas
Would they ever learn
You playing with the fire
And your ass would get burn, bitch!
Just a little sumthin'
I guess

