Lyrics are written to the instrumentals from "Killers"- Drake

[Chorus]

I'll find my way back home, even if I gotta do it on my own (I'm a---Killa...Killa...Killa...)
And I'm the one to blame, now I'm in the game n sh*t will never be the same (I'm a--Killa...Killa...Killa...)


(1st 16)

Killin' 'em is what Uncle Sam gave us permission to
With an M4 'n' a magazine I'll give you a subscription to (I'm a---Killa...)
Stateside to the Middle-East I ride with my right hand man
Cuz he's the apprentice to my peace and my right hand plan... (We some---Killas...)
Watchin’ my 6, he's got my back whether it's a Hummer or a drop-top
And we're the reason SOFT dudes drive the summer in a HARD-top
My Timberland flow is in season and y'all some flip-flop guys
Hope everybody know you’ll be the reason when Hip-Hop dies (Y'all some---Killas...)
'N' you fake broads are the reason that Hip-Hop fails
Tryna fight odds to be a star in these Hip-Hop Tales
Even though it might seem like shorty's fly to the feet
Chances are she's been pushed like a 745 in the street (She's a---Killa...)
So don't expect us to beast if you on some one night stand sh*t
Other cats can fulfill that need n he'll be on that one night fan sh*t
Diluted illusions of the American Dream, I was tryna be it
But what they forgot to mention is to dream, you'd be asleep to see it (They some--Killas)