Da Killa KC - Passionate Uncommon Natural Skills

Yeah
Check
Clears throat
Killa
PUNS
Let's go
I been on it for a long time
Overtime, homies let their vision go
They gone blind
I had to chalk a lotta bodies out
I've drawn lines
Lotta people faking who they
Claiming to be online
Do it for the vine
Do it for the fucking gram
Cut me off the book once you find out
Who the fuck I am
If you ain't ever tryna see me win
What are friends
Every time I put my foot down
I get the upper hand
My shit is public though, yeah
You're welcome, come again
Nothing like a bunch of fronters
Saying that they got your back
Say you hate me to my face
That's considered not as bad
Being someone that you ain't
I always see a lotta that
And I been non-stop dropping tracks
Ever since Poppin Tagz
Go ahead and get your search on
Check the tube
I knew I made the right decision
When I left the group
And I been on a solo tip
And killing every move
Talking to myself like
I'm happy you're a better you
I decided when I had this me to me talk
I don't buy the hype
I ain't someone who could be bought
With all the brainwash
Keep my mind cleaned off
How much do you think that it cost
Having free thoughts
They designed a system set to influence
But I never give em power
To affect how I do shit
I just need my mom, my girl
And my pets and my music
And my boy Bodman with me
Every step of the movement
Yeah
Gotta keep em close
Cause they opened up my eyes
Everybody else wanna cut, hoping for a slice
They been drowning out the truth
In an ocean full of lies
And they wanna see me
Switch like controlling a device
That remotely is a nope
So the no is emphasized, hoe
Go and hit rewind if there's
Something you ain't catch
If you're tryna play me, stop
That's a button not to press
I been moving forward
So I'm fast to cut off your cassette
Your whole channel getting canceled bitch
It's nothing to a tech
Mute the negative cause being positive is fun
I've accepted I got haters
I'm intolerable to some
How could you be mad at somebody
As modest as they come
It don't make no fucking sense
Like a dollar, I'm the one
I block it out when in doubt
Til obstacles are won
Put an end to nonexistent til impossible is done
Like a passenger who doesn't lie
I'm honest and upfront
When I record, I make history
Chronicles of PUNS
I'm not a fucking bike, bitch
I'm never gon be too tired
Gotta stay awake
I got things I gotta do prior
Shout out to the ones connecting
To my message through wires
If you hate me though
You need to get a grip, use pliers
Killa

Written by:
Priscilla Hansak

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