The Killer (feat. Jaida Dreyer) - Kevin Costner & Modern West

God don't like ugly, I ain't one to judge (judge) Whole, whole lot of gold Cubans weigh a ton (ton) Say I kept it solid when it's all said and done (said and done) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race for freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) Had to make it out the red clay, run, nigga, run (nigga run) The west side of Atlanta, yeah, that where I'm from (flatland) Outside, I was hands on like a glove (like Batman) Movin' like my nigga N.O.R.E., eatin' on the run (run) Still an underground king and that's word to Bun (Bun) Locked in like Rice Street without a bond (bond) I was playin' with the powder way beforе LeBron (LeBron) My wife was born a rеdhead, but now she a blonde Politicians lie and your favorite rapper is a con (con) Don't check for me without a check for me, that's a hund' (bluest) Only Ls I wear is followed by Vuitton (Louis) Get money and the power, teach 'em while they're young Hmm, blessed to make it out the slums, run, nigga, run (run) All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, "Run, nigga, run" (run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run (run) This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put some brand new Margiela on my bitch Thinkin' the same, but ain't bankin' the same I put a brand new fluoresce on her wrist I bought that bitch a new Patek, plain Jane This a bigger boat, we ain't sinkin' the same This a PJ, we are not on the same plane (plane) Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, God, damn) Yellow diamonds like the sun (yeah) And I keep it one-on-one (yeah) Run (take off) Trappin' out, I'm mama's son Now a nigga on the run Now a nigga shootin' fun Ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh) I keep this shit on a tightrope On a PJ with no night clothes (night clothes) We just had fucked, why it's tight though? (Why?) Why is you tight? I signed the check like a typo (yeah) Rescue the trenches, all of the kiddies We gon' escape on a yacht boat We gainin' weight like Big Pun, run, nigga, run Installin' this shit in my son, run, nigga, run Green interior, lawn, run, nigga, run Dr. Martin boots when I come, run, nigga, run All I know is keep goin', run, nigga, run (run, run) Mama told me, "Never fold, run, nigga, run" (run, run) Like Jenny told Forrest Gump, run, nigga, run (run, run) The race to freedom ain't won, run, nigga, run This for the ones that never won (won) Hurt feelin' goin' numb (numb) Beat the odds like a drum (drum) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run (run, take off) Run, run, nigga, run

Trying hard to kill the crazy voice inside of me All these little things, that the ego brings Deal with what is real instead of fuel the self-esteem All these little things, that the ego brings Edging god out fills the acronym for the evil I face all day, always Amaze in a gaze but you can't faze me when I'm on my game The ego, my nemesis, my chemistry, unequaled Find balance through my people I talk it out, not so lethal when I let it out, my steeple The open manner in which I discuss private matters I'm seeking guidance Any shape any size and they each don't mean a thing What you providing to me Wisdom stem cell serenities is what I seek that is my diamond There's nothing I might need _ _ Ego gets broken down Finally dust particles, articles and the silver lining Keep comin together like liquid metal from the terminator igniting Oppressing your post negative emotions driven by ego Denial and the fact that I'm a child of the universe and I'm wild And I deserve to smile every once in awhile And constantly thinking about my poor body imagery Then overcompensate by telling myself that I'm finer than everyone else in the room, wow I'll be there when the clouds are on the ground Got to find the balance in between the two and bow To the sensei who I vow, to never lose sight _ Never to fight against _ and to be proud of me and my style

Sometimes I think I'm a killer I scared you in your house I even scared myself by talking About Dahmer on your couch But I can't sleep next to a body Even harmless in death Plus, I'm pretty sure I'd miss you And faking sleep to count your breath Can the killer in me tame the fire in you? Oh, is there nothing left to do for us? I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood And there's nothing I can do But when I'm sick and tired And when my mind is barely there When a machine keeps me alive And I'm losing all my hair I hope you kiss my rotten head And pull the plug Know that I've burned every playlist And I've given all my love Can the killer in me tame the fire in you? I know there's something waiting for us I am sick of the chase but I'm stupid in love And there's nothing I can do And there's nothing I can do

(Hahahaha) Hahahaha I told you I was comin', Killer (yeah, bitch) I'm tellin' you, yeah I told you, yeah, I told you I knew I told you I heard about you, I'm tellin' you Let your worth ethic determine your worth All for the family, the money come first Blue Flame on a Sunday, it's rainin' in church Can't see my dawgs, threw my dick in the dirt Hope for the best and prepare for the worst Rather die free than be locked up and burnt Smell like a chick, I look wealthy in person Been 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm back in my Birkin Top dawg, can't let go this shit, I got lockjaw They say real back in style, yeah, that's my fault If my name in they mouth, then it's G.O.A.T. talk Got to get back to work, ain't no days off Gave my normalcy up, that's what fame costs Any opp on my list, scratch his name off Make ten million, that's for every slave bought Blacked out Range, I'm swervin' Devil red guts, bloody murder Rebel with a cause, Nat Turner Boss up, still a hard worker Pink lemonade doin' numbers, ask Burna, yeah Jaw like a lock, I'm humble, uh No progress without struggle, uh I'm the next Herman J. Russell, uh You lookin' like food in the jungle Quiet and kept, we make all the noise Off the curb with the ATL Waterboyz Play with them, not with us, we got all the toys Can't tap in, they not valid, they null and void This a hit, Barry Bonds, I'm on steroids Feds is watchin' for real, I'm not paranoid Back to back, black on black, murdered out the foreign These big rocks on my watch look like asteroids I pull up in black truck (black truck) Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (don't make us act up) If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (clap him) I don't hang with no type of actors, all my niggas 'bout action (action) Light, camera, action (action) The stick just gon' get to blastin' (baow) This shit right here gon' get nasty (nasty) We gon' kill niggas, slump 'em in traffic (slump 'em) My dawg is really for real (real) They killin' this shit, this for real (for real) We murderin' shit, nah, for real (nah, for real) Now 12 want us for real (for real, nigga) See, the rest of y'all niggas, y'all pussy Y'all niggas snitch, y'all niggas ain't real (ain't real) See, all my niggas, we with it (we with it) Get in this shit, we know what it is (we know what it is) We know what it is in the field (field) Ain't with that shit, it ain't real (uh-uh) 'Cause you get in the room and squeel (and squeel) You lil' pussy-ass-niggas for real, my dawg (hold up), yeah We gotta kill 'em all (we gotta kill 'em) A hundred round stick, we fillin' 'em all (fillin' 'em all) We gotta kill 'em, dawg We catch them slippin', we knockin' 'em off (we knockin' 'em off) I don't care what it 'bout, don't care what it cost, we droppin' it off (droppin' it off) I don't care what it 'bout, we droppin' it off, we knockin' 'em off (knockin' 'em off, yeah) I pull up in black truck (black truck) Everybody with me strapped up, boy, don't make us act up (don't make us act up) If you actin' like a actor, boy, I'm just gon' clap you (clap you) I don't hang with no type of actors, all my niggas 'bout action (action) All my niggas 'bout action All my niggas 'bout action Uh, I told you, uh, I told you I knew I told you, yeah (haha)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Startin' from zero, got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me, myself, I got nothing to prove You got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just across the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs Finally see what it means to be living See, my old man's got a problem He lives with the bottle, that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working His body's too young to look like his Mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said, "somebody's got to take care of him" So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away? Still gotta make a decision Leave tonight, or live and die this way So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car We go cruisin', entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job So I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a bigger house, live in the suburbs So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car Is it fast enough so you can fly away? You still gotta make a decision Leave tonight, or live and die this way