[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]