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keyton - homicide lyrics

[produced by mykse beatz & yung amazin]

[intro]

[hook – keyton][x2]
f-ck n-gga you ain’t ’bout that life (nah)
you with the sh-ts? well, show me your stripes (where they at?)
we ain’t with the talking, we’ll take your life (facts)
it’s ’bout to be another homicide

[verse 1 – keyton]
you only act hard when the camera lights come on
your lifestyle an act and i’m jeremy jahns
exposing you lame -ss n-ggas not on cellular phones
we don’t record and screenshot, we leave that for shones
i’m always packing, i’m never lacking
save the fake smiles and the hand dapping
can’t trust n-ggas cause they’re -ss backwards, kriss kross
well, this k got a dot and it’s aiming for your top dawg
“yawk, yawk”,”doo, doo”,
keep the gr-ss cut to see who is who
watch out for the snakes
they might be the jakes
for the love of the cake
for the love of the k
my hittas will blast for me, i’m god to them
i’m jesus, no g’z are us
you say respect can’t be bought? i got respect with this tec
i know a lot of trayvon’s that died over their hood
but never got any press
it ain’t a game round here, n-ggas dying out here, only god i fear
i believe in god but i’m no christian
turned a couple of living into some victims
free the real, my live hittas that’s burning in h-ll
in jail, facing 15 in them prisons (f-ck 12!)
it’s either grind hard or find god, obey the law (nah!)
no cooperating
can’t find em’ on monday, go find where his mother stay & spray
kids, your uncles, your brother’s brother
your mother’s mother, d.o.a
hop in the whip and flee the scene before the body fall
the og’s became ol’ heads so we them n-ggas to call
“h-llo?”

[hook][x2]

[verse 2 – young crash]
i said, it’s hard to maintain
when you going insane and nothing’s the same
better up, up your chain, it’s not an exchange, now let me explain
when something feels strange
you see people change and that’s just the game
thinking ’bout why you came
should’ve stayed home knowing these streets is not a game
in the “homicide” you can lose your life for that bag of white
better bag that right, better bag that tight, yeah i’m up all night
i’m trying to see them days where i’m up on flights
cause i don’t got time to see ya’ll fights
but i do got time to f-ck her twice
cause mr.wrong don’t f-ck her right
but i ain’t got time, to lose a dime over dime
think i’m getting better over time
only cause i’m putting in that overtime and over time
i go for mines, in my eyes i can see that you’re f-cking lying
you ain’t never did, you ain’t never seen
so what makes you think you the f-cking kid
little b-tch, what makes you that n-gga?
i like your watch, i like your hat, but who gave you that, n-gga?
i’m in the lead, you in the back, i mean way back n-gga
b-tches see me they like “ooh, i need a way with that n-gga.”

[hook][x2]

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