(Verse 1) Yeah, straight out the trap, born in struggle Momma l told me stay out of trouble the streets kept callin', the money was talkin' Saw my first dead body 'fore I was fuckin walkin Swear to killa gang, I ain't fallin for fame Got a glock in my lap, sayin' their names Lost my brother to the system, another to the grave Gotta get this paper, gotta make a way (Chorus) Got that drop, ya know, that smooth flow Posted on the block where the real ones go Got my gang life, that's just how it is Zip after zip, Stackin' up millions We bros 'round here, we ain’t stuntin Real talk, real facts, ain't no frontin' Yeah, killa, killa, that's the gang, that's who I wit If you ain't talkin' money, then you ain’t got it (Verse 2) All these rappers talkin' 'bout a life they ain't lived I'm talkin' real life, what the streets done did Got my killa gang chain glistenin', blindin' all the ops Pull up with the windows down, lettin' off shots (Brr) They want me to fall off, but I'm only goin' up Got a team full of killers, you can't run wit us They know my body count, know my choppa sound (Brr) I'm a self-made millionaire, bitch you just clownin (Chorus) Got that drop, ya know, that smooth flow Posted on the block where the real ones go Got my gang life, that's just how it is Zip after zip, uh, Stackin' up millions We brothers 'round here, we ain’t stuntin Real talk, real facts, ain't no frontin' Killa, that's the gang, that's who I wit If you ain't talkin' money, then you ain’t got it (Verse 3) They want the old me, I tell 'em get a new you paper to the ceilin’, make my momma proud too Heard they plottin' on my downfall, that's a bad move Got the red beam on his head, that's a tattoo From the trap, yeah, I made it rappin’ Got a hundred round drum, they be trackin’ Ain't no handouts, I stood tall, I was left out Got my cash app, send the money, then I cash out (Bridge) Big stepper, the real deal, this ain't a lot (gang) Put the money in the safe, call it a vault (killa) Got the sauce, I don't need no salt (Nah) Talkin' shit in songs, that's your fault (Brr) In the kitchen with the pot, I'm a chef, nah Got the stick on me now, it's a ref, nah Each time I drop a project, it's a test (yeah) Bulletproof vest, put the money in the chest (yeah) (Outro) Yeah, Killa Gang money and war Flashin my chains Killa gang (Brr) K G To the grave

KG To The Grave