| Look I let the beat bang I don’t claim colors |
| Honestly the honesty is why the game love us |
| My women either centerfolds or on the main covers |
| Stunt so hard I make these niggas hate summer |
| And pray for winter but when it’s winter time |
| I’m still waitin' on these niggas at the finish line |
| We just took our first trip to the Amalfi coast |
| Couple days on the beach then it’s adios (Killa) |
| Just look at what I done alone |
| You will swear we planted trees the way the money’s grown |
| We been busy like some bees no honeycomb |
| And you could prolly feel the breeze when the money’s blown |
| Pardon my towel and flip flop phase |
| I’ll never be the reason that a bitch got paid |
| Even when I’m not functioning in tip top shape |
| I could bench as much as hip hop weighs… drizzy |
| Uh, I’m tryna bring it home |
| Even if I gotta do it on my own |
| I’m a muhfuckin' killa, killa, killa, killa |
| Uh, and I’m the one to blame |
| Now that I’m around shit will neva be the same |
| I’m a killa, killa, killa, killa |
| Listen, look, before rap my last name was my lifestyle |
| And when I visualize success it look like right now |
| What was once gray skies is now white clouds |
| And I did it with the ones that ya’ll said was not the right crowd |
| Follow my steps and you’ll see what I’m 'bout |
| I keep my money coming in and never going out |
| Chuck taylors on the pavement with the blamma’s out |
| Then I hit the league straight out the streets with no talent scout |
| And now my face bring the cameras out |
| That young nigga these industry bitches yap about |
| You know the one the cops buck you up and ask about |
| All because I took my wildest dreams and then mapped 'em out |
| I go for mine like it’s overtime |
| Me and my niggas had to struggle so we over shined |
| Been fucked bitches I been on my grind |
| Cause on a mission your worst enemy is idle time… hussle |
| Uh, I’m tryna bring it home |
| Even if I gotta do it on my own |
| I’m a muhfuckin' killa, killa, killa, killa |
| Uh, and I’m the one to blame |
| Now that I’m around shit will neva be the same |
| I’m a killa, killa, killa, killa |