J. Cole — Killers

[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 crying You did your best, me, I was blessed, know you were stressed trying To keep me out the streets, me, ducking police Trying not to make a peep to wake you up out your sleep A drunk and high fool Skipping class, flunking high school I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned Said I was playing with fire, somehow 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 marijuana, are you 'shamed of me? Dry your face off, Mommy, you're 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 lowlifes? Bum ass niggas no jobs, no life Seen them niggas kill for no price I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light I pulled the trigger, Momma Tryna be hard, I ain't mean to kill the nigga, 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 would've thought your baby boy would've grew up to be a killer? [Chorus] Yeah, now I’m a killer Guess I’m a killer They got me in here with the killers Yeah, I mean the killers [Interlude: Richard Pryor] "I mean—murderers! Do you hear me? Real live murderers! I thought black people killed people by accident! Nah, these motherfuckers was murderers." [Verse 2] Yeah Yeah, I wonder what's in store for me, lately been stressing Pray for blessings, hope that there’s more for me than just a simple life Niggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life Gave up the jump shot, worked on the gunshot Who woulda thought? I used to block this nigga's lay-ups Now he’s in a cell layed up I wish you well, stay up like insomniacs This life can make a nigga fold like a laundry mat, uh I sip this cognac, though To ease my brain from all this pain and so that I react slow In this fast world, slow niggas, fast girls Ho's give up ass while these ho niggas hold triggers Blast on ‘em, hold up that old checker flag for ‘em Chalk lines by the do not walk sign, it’s deep All these cold hearted niggas holding heat I’d rather blast before they steal a nigga Tell ‘em now boy, don’t make me turn into a killer, nigga [Chorus] Yeah, into a killer Don’t make me turn into a killer Yeah, to a killer, yeah yeah [Interlude: Richard Pryor] "Triple life... How do you do triple life? That mean if he die and come back... He gotta go to penitentiary! Right there, he said "Fuck kindergarten. Get your little ass on in the penitentiary, motherfucker. You know what you did last time." [Verse 3] To those who had love for me in the past Who woulda ever thought that 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 and be rich Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, aw shit Watch how they pile up, seem like a mile up I washed the blisters on my hands and then I'd dial up My best friend, skating rink is where we headed at night And if a nigga disrespect, oh yes, we ready to fight In retrospect that shit seem petty, at the time the shit was heavy 'Cause life was all about your name You had to scrap with any nigga that would call you lame Ashamed no doubt, so many niggas got their brains blowed out Snatch a niggas chain and he got his name wrote out In obituaries, another body in a cemetery Another young nigga in the penitentiary And he don’t give a fuck: no missionary Rap visionary, paint a picture, nigga: Pictionary Tell you what it is, I’m a dictionary I knew a nigga threw his dick in e'ry chick in e'ry City that he went to, went hard like the rent due 'Til he met the wrong bitch Her man just came home, ex-convict And he stay on with that Thriller Shit, fucking around with them killers [Outro] Yeah, with them killers Fucking around with them killers Say I’m a killer