J. Cole - Killers lyrics

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?

Yeah, now I’m a killer guess I’m a killer
They got me in here with the killers
Yeah, I mean the killers

"I mean murderers! Do you hear
Me? Real live murderers!
I thought black people killed
People by accident!
Nah, these motherfuckers was murderers"

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

Yeah, into a killer
Don’t make me turn into a killer
Yeah, to a killer, yeah, yeah

"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"

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

Yeah, with them killers
Fucking around with them killers
Say I’m a killer