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Kill or Be Killed
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Statik G
Statik G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrek Thomas Jensen
Derrek Thomas Jensen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Syndrome
Syndrome
Producer

Lyrics

A'ight, uh, I think there's been some misconceptions because Did, did somebody say that I give a fuck what you think? 'Cause I don't! I ain't ever did this rappin' shit with hopes of getting famous I've been looking up to gangsters since I was a second-grader Been through too much growing up, relating like we family It's like artists I bump are the only ones who understand me I don't even give a fuck, to me this is the life I know Hustlin', fuckin' bitches, catching snitches by the toe Stackin' paper by the boat, I'm a ghetto role model Came up from the bottom now I'm ballin', I'm a globetrotter, get it baby I never knew I'd be an entertainer Inked up like my pen and paper I'm a new hope, call me the innovator A dragon with fire breath, hot off the incubator Existential crisis averted, step out the emulator What separates us is you gossip at the dinner table I don't even stop to eat 'til rappers want a demonstration And even then, I eat 'em up with a quickness Take all their fans and dip, but not until I've fucked all they bitches Yeah, I ain't rich, my dad was in prison, mom got the kids I've worked for everything I got in my crib, don't act like I didn't I'm wanted poster, you missing, you milking the game, I'm winning That's the difference, that's what separates the lame from the legends My brain is a weapon, unchained, I'm way too dangerous Infecting the way you think That's why y'all saw me slave away with no mention They all afraid of me, KOBK is no coincidence Put unity in community, they shoot at me ever since, yeah Tryna lock me in a cage without no evidence I'm all about the Benjamins, kill for the dead presidents Used to invade your residence, and now I raise the roof! Thank the troops 'cause I get paid to break the rules and thanks to you I'm all anybody talks about Y'all wanted the smoke, I guess that explains the cotton mouth I'm a jack in the box, she jackin' me off until I'm poppin' out I'm nuts, that straight out the doctor's mouth The judges wanna lock me down? Fuck No! Never no common ground, the game need a defibrillator The hills have eyes, they witnessed me move the Himalayas They asked why I kept rapping, 'cause I kept on getting paper Plus I'm a standup guy in every single situation That makes it easy for me to be Statik Geezy No need to be actin' beezy believe me I'm half-Houdini, half genie Try to rub me out, I only need one wish Dye my hair back red man, and smack you like a dumb bitch Bruh, Em killed the game in 2020, Wayne buried it I survived it, resurrect it, ascended like gray aliens How y'all gonna beef when you raised in the same area? Help each other win, that's how people display character No, I ain't Jon Taffer but call this a bar rescue When I spit, everybody's hands up like 'God bless you' I only eat pussy and rappers, y'all gave me the wrong menu I could rock a dive bar, arenas and small venues It don't make no difference how I kill it, always kill or be killed Half-baked but they won't ever kill killer B, kill Because I'm a killer bee still, float like a butterfly's wings Y'all fucked up when you let this freak off his leash 'Cause I'm an artillery shell, an agility spell I hate that fact friends turn foes but at least I know my enemies well Ain't ever leaving scraps, y'all can fight over every meal I reinvented the wheel and rolled up ready to kill Been steady helping rebuild, celebs be requesting me still Beat every case and everyone who came against me at will No more defending myself You ain't rolling with us, we draw the line Homicides what side I'm on You watching me from the side Ain't no one left except the righteous Rest in pieces, guess goodbyes are easier Than I expected when you're tested with your life and you survive Thank you all for your time, this is kill or be killed You either rhyme sick or you die, ain't no killin' me still, brrah! (Bitch!) This is kill or be killed
Writer(s): James Tennapel, Derrek Thomas Jensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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