Killin' Video (MV)

I ain't messin' with that Snow Dog, I ain't no Cuba Goodin'
Just got too many metaphors, I don't know where to put 'em
Got the CDs in the backpack, clappin' with the team
I'm peelin' off like a Snack Pack, I been about the cream
Boy I been about the rap tracks, ever since my mama used to bump
That Country Grammar, had the changer in the back
Started sayin' I was actin' black, 'til I got up on that mic and started snappin'
Now they love to rap it back
It's kinda funny how, all of a sudden a bunch of wannabes buggin'
Like, "Hey yo Landalin, let's do a track or somethin' but
I ain't got the money for the studio time
And maybe I could borrow like just a couple of lines?"
Well f*ck that, ya'll the type to pay to write up in a studio
Takin' all them snapchats and posin' for ya groupie hoes
And half of ya'll don't even f*ckin' pay attention
Standin' in the front row, all up in ya Twitter mentions
To spell it out, shit's basic so put ya phone in ya pocket
And live ya life while ya got it, I think I'm semi-robotic
Cuz I been busy steady crankin' 'em out
And choppin' up with my kin folk while we singin' it out, now listen-
I think we bout to make a killin'
I think we bout to make a killin'
I think we bout to make a killin'
I think we bout to make a killin' (Come on)
I think we bout to make a killin'
Killin' killin', killin' killin' killin' killin' (Hey, hey)
I think we bout to make a killin'
Killin' killin', killin' killin' (Listen)
I put my money in the music while ya'll busy tryna rip a tag
Tryna get my people to the point that we don't split the tab
Guess I got the gift for gab, boy I got a killa' knack
Graduation gave 'em Flow 'n' Tell but they ain't feelin' that
Two years I gave 'em SWEETTOOTH but where the features at?
25/7 just to show I been through Hell and back
Hella cleva, head on propella but got no landin' gear
They prayin' to see me crash, I'm passin' the atmosphere
Cuz I could never prosper if I'm livin' passive
I still be strugglin' with funds, got no love from the masses
I been jugglin' nine-to-fives, still comin' up with the raps
Fumblin' on my name, they mumblin' on a track
The early bird got a worm and Landalin got a sack
I'd probably try to act, if I ain't get into rap
But the world is a stage, I know my role and I play it
These Critics tryna inhibit, still all my peoples is with it
I think we bout to make a killin'
I think we bout to make a killin'
I think we bout to make a killin'
I think we bout to make a killin' (Come on)
I think we bout to make a killin'
Killin' killin', killin' killin' killin' killin' (Hey, hey)
I think we bout to make a killin'
Killin' killin', killin' killin' killin' killin'