CŭNăRí KAMAUU

(Scat)

[Chorus]
I am the killa
Oh, my hun like Atilla
All I know is to kill odds
All I know is Guerillas
Odds never been on us
God always been on us
We never hesitate
Meditate it on all
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Imma let the shooter shoot-ah
It'll come around like a hoola-hoop-ah
Any hog see a hue in a hoodie
Assume it's a hooligan and treat a human like a hookah
Make a brother wanna run away to Cuba
If I don't keep it cool I'll be in the cooler (Hmm)
How am I supposed to practice compassion? (Huh)
And supress all of this passion (Wuh)
Lord, I don't even smoke
But Imma need a hit of something
Or Imma be hitting something (Hmm, huh)
That's not good
Cus then I'll be what the world thinks I am (Hmm)
Even when I suit up
Same boogeyman hiding in a new tux
Same killah looking for something to shoot up
Yeah, I am the killa
Huh