Lyrics
Ayo, Killa K
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Eastside legend in the making
Gotta put a tag on it so these niggas know I made it
Face is pressed up on the ceiling
Making bangers till I break it
Just give me a beat, I'll leave it wasted
Word to Franklin
I'm working like I'm Jamaican
They asking me how'd you make it
But it's classified
Really am a mastermind
You ain't doing nothing you talk about take your ass inside
They ain't in the field for real
It's like they tractor died
Rapping ain't been working for you
Go try your actor side
You Brad Pitt ass nigga
Read a script ass nigga
For the fame you would let them take a limb ass nigga
I don't need a label behind me, I've been that nigga
When I started dropping songs
They say my name a little slicker
I like them chocolate going nuts so shawty, my lil' snicker
I need a gangsta grills
I got that 90's feel
Kinda weird when my haters
Start to like me ew
They say I'm sick nah chill
I'm just slightly ill
They don't know who they be talking to
Dog, then I'm walking you
Best watch who you barking to
All up on my bone
Couldn't fetch the style
If they wanted to
Boy, you better heel
This shit real
I'll make you Chinese food
Uh
Didn't mean to stereotype it
I left the stereo frightened
I don't know about this guy
But I'm starting to like him
Killer mentality
Got a whole different strategy
Can't stand for the blasphemy
I don't need them to blast for me
How you do me wrong
And act like you mad at me, huh
Man, fuck it
I don't wanna know actually
You a fan get a tat of me
It'll make you a masterpiece