[Verse 1]
They say rapping you can make a lot of f**ing money off it
They only see my talent when I'm rapping underground in a coffin
Thought its about damn time I start to bring out KIL in me
While ones who hated is thinking of thoughts bout k**in' me
It's K I L H A N, bars I lay em, from the PM to the AM
Yes it's K I L with one L I'm taking pride I'm ill
Cause if I took another L I wouldn't be writing still
Grade 9 now but goals XXL freshmen cover
White vs Black one starts the fight but they arrest the other
I keep outdoing my self call it extra credit
Authentic in the game cause most these f**ers mad synthetic
Writing verses on verses my wrist in pain like when you mad in tennis
Speak to the listener with bars but they rather face the sentence, 25 to life
And I'm lying if I say that many die to write
When they see the bars they look up just to see if the title right
This a piece of thoughts cause sight don't write
You know when push came to shove
You motherf**ers watched above
Now a brother getting recognition now you showing love
On Friday nights I was writing while y'all were pourin' up
In a year I'm blowing up so best be keeping your hoe in touch
Gave up blowing bud to my hands swollen up
Igniting the page with words that be changing perspective
So after I'm finished the paper is burnt respect it
I cremated the game only to take shots like a Smith and Wesson
Yeah, add up 1 and 4 that's the years I been rapping
Add 5 to 14 that's the age that I'm living lavish
They holding you back while I'm taking shots like the taser test
I ain't throwing smart bars in just to waste the rest
These other rappers just copy and paste period
At the same time got no cla** like seniors 8th period
KILINTIME
[Hook 2x]
(Nas Sample, "The World is Yours")
Behold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Understandable smooth sh** that murderers move with
(KIL)
They say rapping you can make a lot of f**ing money off it
This that lyrical movement
[Verse 2]
In years I'ma look back laugh at what these worries were
Be a veteran in the game returning words
Cause if you knew my interests you'd say I'm an a**ertive nerd
Went from burning herb to my pencil lighting the page I'm burning words
But people break their promises because insurance works
The homies who with me but don't tell if the shirt is worn
Just cause we in Loudoun don't mean we all in a certain herd
They never knew what the struggles behind the curtains were
I'm writing so many verses it's almost beyond my limit
Spitting like no one else its proven in my writtens
But my skin few shades down from the common image
Either way white or black, cause I'm smack in between
Writing verses and hooks instead of getting smacked as teens
This verse is for the fans who lay in bed to this song and listen
And one day I'll be bumping on your car like a parking ticket
And hopefully years from now the listeners I've taught has risen
Hear you wasted Saturday but go to church on Sunday
While you hungover I'm writing raps then go to school on Monday
Now they trynna blow me like a clarinet
After 1 year they dismiss it then they blarin' it
Compare it their verses are lies or whack
My mic sk** ridiculous like white boys wearing visor hats
Kyle has left the building and KIL has made his entrance
Motherf**ers well aware that I got more bars than the bench press
They waitin' for the tape drop, Waiting for name drops
The storm is coming you know I'm rhyming till the rain stop
Me and your favorite rapper we ain't even tied at top
Disposing these MC's it's young KIL signing off, uh
[Hook 2x]