[J. Cole - Verse 1] 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 cryin’ You did your best, me I was blessed, know you were stressed tryin’ To keep me out the streets, me ducking police Tryin’ not to make a peek to wake you up out your sleep A drunk and high fool Skip a class, fluncking high school I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned Said I was playing with fire, somehoe 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 sane dummy Dry your face mommy, your 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 lowlife’s Bum ass n-ggas no jobs, no life Seen them n-ggas killed for no price I watched his life flash before his eyes like a strobe light I pulled the trigger momma Tryna be hard, I aint mean to kill the n-gga 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 woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer
Yeh, now I’m a killer Guess I’m a killer They got me in here with the killers Yeah I mean the killers
[J. Cole - Verse 2] I wonder whats in store for me Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, hope that there’s more for me Than just a simple life N-ggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life Gave up the jump shot Work on the john shot Who woulda thought I used to block this n-ggas lay ups Now he’s in a cell layed up I wish you well, stay up Like insomniacs This life can make a n-gga fold like a laundry mat I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain and so that I react slow, in this fast world Slow n-ggas, fast girls Hoes give up ass while these ho n-ggas hold triggers Blast on ‘em Hold up that old checker flag for ‘em Chalk lines by the do not park sign It’s deep, all these cold hearted n-ggas holding heat I’d rather blast before they steal a n-gga Tell ‘em now boy, don’t make me turn into a killer
Yeah, into a killer Don’t make me turn into a killer Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh
[J. Cole - Verse 3] To those who had love for me in the past Who woulda thought 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, be rich Saturday morning had to rake the leaves, awww shit Watch how they pile up Seem like a mile up I was the blisters on my hand than I dial up my best friend Skating ring is where we headed tonight And if a n-gga disrespect, yes we ready to fight In retrospect that shit seemed petty At the time, the shit was heavy Cause life was all about your name You had to scrap with any n-gga that would call you lame Ashamed no doubt, so many n-ggas go they brains blown out Snatched a n-gga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries Another body in a cemetary Another young n-gga in the penetentiary And he don’t give a f-ck no missionary Rap visionary, paint a picture n-gga pictionary Tell you what it is, I’m a dictionary I knew a n-gga that threw his d-ck in every chick in every city that he went to Went hard like the rent do Till he met the wrong bitch, man just came home ex-convict And he stay on with that Thriller Shit, f-cking around with them killers
yeah, with them killers F-cking around with them killers Say I’m a killer