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letra de killa! (feat. indigo.) - kollector tzu

[verse 1: indigo.]
(you a k!lla!)
uh i found my homie in the court, i’m like you gotta do better (k!lla!)
but if you with me i support you, i can hold the beretta (k!lla!)
they tried to throw em penn but he got heart like geresa (k!lla!)
ain’t gonna say just what he did just know his goal was endeavored
he did the right thing, no spike lee, and beared the arms like white tee’s
he told me “lil bro if anything he gon be like me”
i invested stock so i ain’t food for the dirt
so don’t expect an op to catch me without shooting еm first
i never cared about thе cops that mechanism don’t work
it’s so scary how we carry military grade subverts
and goes to bury any barry that be tryna come in dumb first
it’s very daring when you’re airing out that one he-rs-
it’s very daring when you’re tryna take that one purse
it’s very scary when you tryna get the gun to work
jamming up, if you slide we hammered up
taking pride in what we do so we gon put the hammers up
metal to your face just like you mf doom
devil coming late today so i replace they shoes
run up in the waist, i’ll have these bullets coming at you
heavenly your fate you say? okay, cl!ck, clack, boom
you better watch out son, i’m sick and feeling iller
winters ain’t gon be no fun
the cold hearted all target when the streets don’t love
some of us just have no l-st for being bigger
where i’m from it’s either you k!lled or you a k!lla!
(you a k!lla!)
(you a k!lla!)
[verse 2: kollector tzu]
uh, uh
all my thoughts that made me anxious, son i got em in the way
depression in the past, higher self i got him here today
a lack of faith, i think i gotta fear my fate
but that was fake to me, a vacancy, i gotta get this cake
now his face is on a bill because that dollar in his face
press play but i’m plagued and my life was living shame
got a heart way colder than the ice thats in this chain
out of [?], he realize his life has been a game
my n-ggas got hoop dreams, your n-ggas got no range
tryna k!ll me still, get it like 50 in 03
47 til i die, rest in piece to broski’s
you proceed, bottle of [?] like [?] coke fiends
i can’t get no oblique, cannot box me in
lockjaw, tryna fall like bullets clinging off his chin
mock bars with a vocal range, twin he lost a gift
top off, this one was on top
cause i was off doing one to off myself cause the drugs was turning over
and n-ggas turn to you with they excuses cause they sorry b-tch
so used to helping n-ggas in the dirt, but only you would know
f-cked a couple b-tches where the verses [?] usual
sickness in the air but it ain’t the flu
flyest one around theres no debate it’s undebatable
my brother avianne made it once so imma make it two
rappers [?] cause they was slashing on the clavicle
but imma play it cool, it was them, they say it’s you
no different to the state collecting president like baby tooth
wouldn’t pass the mic to me, my n-gga said it’s flammable
like n-gga i don’t make the rules, biiiaaaatch

- kollector tzu

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