In this track, KILLY explores themes of loyalty, vengeance, and the struggles of rising from adversity. The lyrics detail a life marked by financial gains juxtaposed with the constant threat from enemies, necessitating vigilance and self-preservation. KILLY reflects on his past naivety and the lessons learned through hardship, emphasizing that material wealth cannot replace genuine loyalty. The recurring motif of "vendetta" underscores a deep-seated desire for retribution against those who have wronged him. Additionally, there is an undercurrent of resilience as he navigates through systems designed to oppress, ultimately finding success and empowerment. #Loyalty #Resilience #Vendetta
Vendetta
Lyrics
(Yeah)
(C'mon man, you know what the fuck goin' on man)
(Killy kill, yeah)
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah)
Two toned kept the dope bandana (yeah)
Throw it back, I'ma catch caribana
I'm product of payback
I keep a big vendetta (lets go)
Big bank that's from my teller (lets go)
Young and dumb, I knew no better
Bro hit a gold rush last winter (rush)
Came back in this coat, chinchilla
I ain't see no missile and they asking what got into me
I gotta keep that shit real close
'Cause I'm close with all my enemies
They try to take my soul and come around just to drain my energy (soul, soul)
Walk in the store, could buy everything
Still can't put a price on loyalty
Rolling, rolling, rolling (oh, oh)
Whip it like it's stolen (skrrt)
She wanna star boy (star)
Gave her the solstice
Good or bad on both bitch
Gave hope to the hopeless
Roll up dope, I'm blowing out smoke telescoping
I'm zoning (zoning)
Middle finger up to all the white man not showing (fuck), but they knowing (what?)
We was in the systems stucked 'til we overload it (yeah), patrol man
Dish out the product like this shit was chosen, no joke ting (haan)
Bro said hut with the bag, and then I throw it (yeah, let's go)
Drippy g, big drip on me
Dead man in my hands, skulls on my sleeve
That's a nat-nat but you call her queen
Chanel headband on my belly
In these prada jeans, are you proud of me?
I'm young getting money, you've gotta be
Play stretch these bands like father please
Play stretch these bands like father please
I'm on the block like monopoly
I'm young and hard, can't tell me shit
I ain't had shit but some pocket lint
Came up with a plot they won't pop it
Came up with a lot in a penthouse crib
I hop in a frog, watch it ribbit
Might drop the top with a topless bitch
Might screech that shit, never seen again
I ain't see no missile and they asking what got into me
I gotta keep that shit real close
'Cause I'm close with all my enemies
They try to take my soul and come around just to drain my energy (soul, soul)
Walk in the store, could buy everything
Still can't put a price on loyalty
Rolling, rolling, rolling (oh oh)
Whip it like it's stolen (skrrt)
She wanna star boy (star)
Gave her the solstice
Good or bad on both bitch
Gave hope to the hopeless
Roll up dope, I'm blowing out smoke telescoping
I'm zoning (zoning)
(Oh, no no, no no, no no, no no)
(No no, no no, no no, no no)
Writer(s): Khalil Tatem
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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