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J. COLE lyrics : "Killers"

[J. Cole - Verse 1]
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 !@!@&&, 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 $$# n-ggas no jobs, no life
Seen them n-ggas 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 aint mean to kill the n-gga 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

[J. Cole - Verse 2]

I wonder whats in store for me
Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, hope that there's more for me
Than just a simple life

N-ggas 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 n-ggas lay ups
Now he's in a cell layed up
I wish you well, stay up

Like insomniacs
This life can make a n-gga 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 n-ggas, fast girls
Hoes give up $$# while these ho n-ggas 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 n-ggas holding heat
I'd rather blast before they steal a n-gga
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

[J. Cole - Verse 3]

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 %#@!

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 n-gga disrespect, yes we ready to fight
In retrospect that %#@! seemed petty

At the time, the %#@! was heavy
Cause life was all about your name
You had to scrap with any n-gga that would call you lame
Ashamed no doubt, so many n-ggas go they brains blown out
Snatched a n-gga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries

Another body in a cemetary
Another young n-gga in the penetentiary
And he don't give a f-ck no missionary
Rap visionary, paint a picture n-gga pictionary
Tell you what it is, I'm a dictionary

I knew a n-gga that threw his d-ck in every chick in every city that he went to
Went hard like the rent do
Till he met the wrong (*##$, man just came home ex-convict
And he stay on with that Thriller
%#@!, f-cking around with them killers


yeah, with them killers
F-cking around with them killers
Say I'm a killer



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