Ay man
It's your big bruh Killer Kill from the Ville man
Grind Time Rap Game
Bang bang bang
You know the mantra you know what we about
I just wanna say right now man
If they tell you man you can't come up man
You better go against everything they say
Cause they lying to you homie go against everything they tell you
I'm about coming from nothing and becoming something
Forget about it man
This music is the soundtrack to your success man
All you gotta do is wake up and decide you want it
Is it because momma made me a winner
I know that it's tough
It ain't a place for a sinner
They told me give up I'm going hard for the Winner
But now that I'm up
They putting traps on a n***a trying to take it away
While I'm getting this cash deep in the bundles
Getting it fast trying to do what I want to
They on my a*s but I'm keeping em from you
160 on the dash they don't see when I come through
Everybody know a lil' n***a like me
Never should have made it it's unlikely
I never be at the T O P
Made it from the bottom of the ADV
Running to the cars with a pocket full of D
Begging them junkies buy d**e from me
Told 'em I'll give 5 what they pay for 3
My b***h she was grinding all the way to a key
These n***as had a f**ked up vision bout me
Thought I was gonna be still in the street
With a broke b***h and a box caprice
Trying to live good off a quarter key
S**tting me talking 'bout that's all I be
N***a I'm what an Atlanta Georgian be
Playing took my motherf**king heart you see
Young Killer Kill from the ADZ
Is it because momma made me a winner
I know that it's tough
It ain't a place for a sinner
They told me give up
I'm going hard for the Winner
But now that I'm up
They putting traps on a n***a trying to take it away
While I'm getting this cash deep in the bundles
Getting it fast trying to do what I want to
They on my a*s but I'm keeping em from you
160 on the dash they don't see when I come through
Ay Ay ok yeah like most black males
I done made my fair share of crack sales
How could you not wanna see me prevail
How could you wanna see me locked in jail
How could you ignore my people in hell
In Adamsville in Dixie Hill
How could you take all the honor and jobs
And expect us not to steal and to rob
And expect us not to be Dereck Dobb
Or Terry White or Charles Black
How could expect us to say no to that
Knowing we poor knowing we black
Knowing your husband was sponsoring that
Now Iran Contra is haunting you back
Now we took the crack and put it in rap
Now your kids is high off that
Is it because momma made me a winner
I know that it's tough
It ain't a place for a sinner
They told me give up
I'm going hard for the Winner
But now that I'm up
They putting traps on a n***a trying to take it away
While I'm getting this cash deep in the bundles
Getting it fast trying to do what I want to
They on my a*s but I'm keeping em from you
160 on the dash they don't see when I come through
All whack rappers sucker politcal commentators fake critics
You n***as is just plain asleep if you don't notice
When you wake up you might have duct tape on your mouth
And a ski mask in your face
Grind Time Rap Game f**ker
Bang bang bang
Let's go