Mr B - Killer on Tha Loose Lyrics

I was that kid that you grew up with
The homie that you smoked blunts with
Chilled and had fun with
Always into something and always down
To cruise around the town
With the music up and windows down
Get some Jack and Coke
And a pack of smokes
Tell Marty at the corner store that I'll B back for more
And much props for putting up my sign
Now kids sending me texts like homie I see you shine
It feels good to B doing good
And better to B doing better than I used to B, easily
I recently put some pictures up on my walls
My room wasn't colorful it didn't look like me at all
Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got one
Minimum wage is real and it's not fun
I've got some, homies dishwashing
And working at Marshall's
Talented emcees who should B rocking concerts
This was written for those who wouldn't give me dap
Said my raps were wack
And all the girls that never hit me back
The times I was callin' now they all in
Cuz I'm ballin' tell your friends what I'm about
But don't put words in my mouth
We shouldn't chill but we do it still
Never taking days off, praying that this pays off
Had to get a day job just to provide on the side
But it's all right cuz one day I'm gonna rule the world

Ah shit there's a killer on the loose
Last seen ripping jeebs at the Tribal Hoose
Wanted for the murder and the slaughter of these beats
And he goes by the name Mr B
Ah shit there's a killer on the loose
Last seen hitting gravs at the Tribal Hoose
Yo I've done it before and I'll do it again
This a mixtape homie bring the rap back in

Let's get back to the basics
I'm running low on patience
Pissed off that people like Kim and Kylie are famous
A smart mind is dangerous of what it can create with
People will rebel that's why they keep us brainless
My generation's faithless but I believe in changes
I also believe in God and I stand behind that statement
I've taken criticism from the lyrics that I've spittin'
People of my own religion think I'll never B forgiven
Shoutout to David Haley
You called me back in AZ
Said that God would have a problem
With the way I've been rapping lately
Well, that's between me and Him, so I'll let you know
What He thinks when I'm talking to Him
Face-to-face at Heaven's door
I'm getting sick of people talking a lot
But not doing a lot
We'll see who rise to the top
My future's looking bright so I ain't trippin' on it
My door's always open come thru with some chronic
I'm that dude that you know
Your homie spittin' flows
Went from standing in the crowd
To rocking the f*cking show
B nice to everyone when you're young
Because you never know who they'll grow up to become

Ah shit there's a killer on the loose
Last seen ripping jeebs at the Tribal Hoose
Wanted for the murder and the slaughter of these beats
And he goes by the name Mr B
Ah shit there's a killer on the loose
Last seen hitting dabs at the Tribal Hoose
Wanted for the murder and the slaughter of these beats
And he goes by the name Mr B