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i gotcha - killer mike lyrics

[intro]
uh*huh, huh
you thought i didn’t see you now, didn’t ya?
uh*huh, huh
you tried to sneak by me now, didn’t you?
uh*huh, huh
now give me what you promised me
well, i gotcha, gotcha
well, i gotcha, gotcha
i do gospel music for the ghetto, i do ghetto gospel (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
so pardon the cursing (well, i gotcha, gotcha)

[verse 1]
ayy, i’m waking up like a grown*ass man
clutching my nuts, the world ain’t holding my hand
staring out the window with a rifle in hand
give me a malcolm x on, looking at this van
is it the hip*hop police or the robbers, man?
i don’t know, but i’m just saying, i will foil they plan
i will larry davis shoot ’cause you a fed, [?]
me at any moment that your b*tch*ass can
but i’m the voice of my d*ck saying, “suck my d*ck”
you treat me like an animal and love them pets
you hate to see me riding, but you love my s*x
send your kids to best buy, buying my sh*t
got me feeling like tupac, hopping out a new drop
got me feeling like a new ‘pac
’cause i give a dope boy hope on the block
michael luther king to the sellers of the rock, uh
[chorus]
it’s k!lla k!ll from the ‘ville, i’m the voice of the streets
’cause i tell it how it is (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i know you feel like i feel ’cause i been in the struggle with ya
and i give it to you real (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i pledge allegiance to the grind, if you with me
let me see you throw your gs up high (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i do this for my n*ggas in the trap gettin’ in
and for all my brothers trapped in the pen (well, i gotcha, gotcha)

[verse 2]
the most loved, the most hated like farrakhan
and if you ain’t from the streets that we travel on
you will never understand why we carry bombs
a crack rock in our young black palm
crack rock sitting in our young black palm
stress just k!lling our young black moms
so mama gon’ pray, and boy is gon’ stray
and i just wanna be the soundtrack for the day
as a young hustler navigates his way
through the inner city, hustling his yay
rubber band up, he collecting his pay
thanking dear god he sold out today
they probably gon’ arrest me for the dope sh*t i say
the gbi or the dea
but that’s okay, ’cause i inspire
dope boys to go legit and build empires
[chorus]
it’s k!lla k!ll from the ‘ville, i’m the voice of the streets
’cause i tell it how it is (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i know you feel like i feel ’cause i been in the struggle with ya
and i give it to you real (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i pledge allegiance to the grind, if you with me
let me see you throw your gs up high (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i do this for my n*ggas in the trap gettin’ in
and for all my brothers trapped in the pen (well, i gotcha, gotcha)

[verse 3]
without struggle, we cannot expect progress
so the chain hangs symbolically on my chest
the scars represent the homies that met death
the bars represent the homies that’s in jail
unfair sentences and poor healthcare
a black man can’t even run for president fair
a black boy can’t even get sentenced fair
a lot has changed, but it’s mostly the same here
gangsters die of h.i.v. or serving prison years
bill o’reilly using rappers selling black fear
but freedom costs blood, and we’ll exchange that
grind time rap gang, patriots act

[chorus]
it’s k!lla k!ll from the ‘ville, i’m the voice of the streets
’cause i tell it how it is (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i know you feel like i feel ’cause i been in the struggle with ya
and i give it to you real (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i pledge allegiance to the grind, if you with me
let me see you throw your gs up high (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
i do this for my n*ggas in the trap gettin’ in
and for all my brothers trapped in the pen (well, i gotcha, gotcha)
[outro]
well, i gotcha, gotcha
well, i gotcha, gotcha

- killer mike lyrics

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