Killing Season

I go hard on the beat You go hard in the streets We are not the same I'm trying to live a life While you trying to live in pain You got a child on the way Why you still in these streets You got a child on the way He praying for a better day Praying for some better ways Well get a job And stop stealing, robbing after n****s change Stop stealing that change You don't need it It's a reason This is not the season N****s are pulling out straps N****s are pulling out macs N****s is pulling out gats They shooting you with the gats They shooting you Where you at They lay you Where you at N****s come back and shoot you Burn your body up Burn your body up Burn your body up Into the ground Burn your body up Into the ground In the house Under the house While you're outside N****s are stupid N****s ain't moving N****s are shooting When it's daytime N****s are shooting When it's a lot of whites When it's a lot of time When you're going to do crime This is killing season I was chilling in the evening Then they started squeezing So I started clutching I know I shouldn't be clutching On probation for a reason Let me tell you that story Roll down the window Twelve AM on Bloomfield Ride down the block Shit really about to get real N****s about to be ignorant What the white folks say This a movie I can be a villain in Before I was a lyricist I was really killing shit I was the realest bitch Outside we was freezing We ride then we creeping Do drive-by in the evening We slide, leave them bleeding We leave them there for a reason This is killing season Burn your body up Burn your body up Into the ground Burn your body up Into the ground In the house Under the house While you're outside N****s are stupid N****s ain't moving N****s are shooting When it's daytime N****s are shooting When it's a lot of whites When it's a lot of time When you're going to do crime