Killer Mike - Can You Hear Me lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Killer Mike - Can You Hear Me lyrics]
Ay man, It's your big bruh
Killer Kill from the Ville man
Grind Time Rap Game bang, bang, bang
You know the mantra, you know what we about
I just wanna say right now man
If they tell you man you can't come up man
You better go against everything they say
(cause they lying to you homie go
Against everything they tell you)
I'm about coming from nothing
And becoming something (forget about it man)
This music is the soundtrack to your success
Man all you gotta do is wake up
And decide you want it
Is it because momma made me a winner
I know that it's tough
It ain't a place for a sinner
They told me give up
I'm goin' hard for the Winner
But now that I'm up
They putting traps on a nigga
Trying to take it away
(While I'm getting this cash
Deep in the bundles
Getting it fast, trying to do what I want to
They on my ass, but I'm keeping 'em from you
160 on the dash
They don't see when I come through)
Everybody know a lil' nigga like me
Never should have made it it's unlikely
I never be at the T-O-P
Made it from the bottom of the ADV
Running to the cars with a pocket full of D
Begging them junkies buy dope from me
Told 'em I'll give 5 what they pay for 3
My bitch she was grinding all
The way to a key
These niggas had a fucked up vision ' bout me
Thought I was gonna be still in the street
With a broke bitch and a box caprice
Trying to live good off a quarter key
Shitting me talking 'bout thats all I be
Nigga, I'm what an Atlanta Georgian be
Playin' took my motherfucking heart you see
Young Killer Kill from the ADZ
Ay, Ay, ok yeah like most black males
I done made my fair share of crack sales
How could you not wanna see me prevail
How could you wanna see me locked in jail
How could you ignore my people in hell
In Adamsville, in Dixie Hill
How could you take all the honor and jobs
And expect us not to steal and to rob
And expect us not to be Dereck Dobb?
Or Terry White or Charles Black
How could expect us to say no to that
Knowing we poor, knowing we black
Knowing your husband was sponsoring that
Now Iran-Contra is haunting you back
Now we took the crack and put it in rap
Now your kids is high off that
All whack rappers, sucker
Politcal commentators, fake critics
You niggas is just plain asleep
If you don't notice
When you wake up you might have duct tape on
Your mouth and a ski mask in your face
Grind Time Rap Game, fucker bang, bang, bang
Let's go
Killer Kill from the Ville man
Grind Time Rap Game bang, bang, bang
You know the mantra, you know what we about
I just wanna say right now man
If they tell you man you can't come up man
You better go against everything they say
(cause they lying to you homie go
Against everything they tell you)
I'm about coming from nothing
And becoming something (forget about it man)
This music is the soundtrack to your success
Man all you gotta do is wake up
And decide you want it
Is it because momma made me a winner
I know that it's tough
It ain't a place for a sinner
They told me give up
I'm goin' hard for the Winner
But now that I'm up
They putting traps on a nigga
Trying to take it away
(While I'm getting this cash
Deep in the bundles
Getting it fast, trying to do what I want to
They on my ass, but I'm keeping 'em from you
160 on the dash
They don't see when I come through)
Everybody know a lil' nigga like me
Never should have made it it's unlikely
I never be at the T-O-P
Made it from the bottom of the ADV
Running to the cars with a pocket full of D
Begging them junkies buy dope from me
Told 'em I'll give 5 what they pay for 3
My bitch she was grinding all
The way to a key
These niggas had a fucked up vision ' bout me
Thought I was gonna be still in the street
With a broke bitch and a box caprice
Trying to live good off a quarter key
Shitting me talking 'bout thats all I be
Nigga, I'm what an Atlanta Georgian be
Playin' took my motherfucking heart you see
Young Killer Kill from the ADZ
Ay, Ay, ok yeah like most black males
I done made my fair share of crack sales
How could you not wanna see me prevail
How could you wanna see me locked in jail
How could you ignore my people in hell
In Adamsville, in Dixie Hill
How could you take all the honor and jobs
And expect us not to steal and to rob
And expect us not to be Dereck Dobb?
Or Terry White or Charles Black
How could expect us to say no to that
Knowing we poor, knowing we black
Knowing your husband was sponsoring that
Now Iran-Contra is haunting you back
Now we took the crack and put it in rap
Now your kids is high off that
All whack rappers, sucker
Politcal commentators, fake critics
You niggas is just plain asleep
If you don't notice
When you wake up you might have duct tape on
Your mouth and a ski mask in your face
Grind Time Rap Game, fucker bang, bang, bang
Let's go