Kill rob steal
Kill rob steal
They say he’s crazy
But the voice in his head
Is the only thing
That can tell him
To chill
Tell him to chill
Tell him to chill
There’s food on his plate
So he [aint] starving for meals
No need for [slangin’] rocks
For a dirty dollar bill
No pressure from the squad
About keeping it real
But he’s running
He’s gunning
Looking for something
Before he loses appeal
Did so much
But feels like his whole life
Amounted to nothing
No riches
No bitches
No beefing
No mutton
Not even a dollar
To leave in his will
So the only thing left
Is to…
Kill rob steal…
I could tell you the story
Of a better man
With better views in his mind
Intentions to follow a better plan
But you’d disbelief
Miss the letter
Much less the memo
And
The frustration is building
The way that he feels
The contest is popular
So he’s missing the deal
Doesn’t have the profile
Ignoring the level of skill
He catches with no style
So no one’s [gonna] be
Highlighting his real
Just the way that he feels
He’s [gotta]….
Kill rob steal
We all want these happy endings
Pretending
There’s a way out
That doesn’t take candy
From a babe’s mouth
Looking up
Understanding
When they say the good life’s demanding
It doesn’t mean
Hard work pays out
Doesn’t mean it takes clout
It means that you raise doubts
About your identity
Until you turn into these women
Putting up pictures that
Look like a duck’s pout
And that [ain’t] him
So he can’t win
And he knows some people
Who chose sin
And he’s strong enough
To try the same route
But the signs they say…