😎💥☠️ (Remix) (Remix)

[Verse 1] I seen the beat drop, the crowd rock, a body drop on the news They cheer for the shooter, the looters, the truth is they payin' their dues Eight to ten bodies before they turn thirty, they braggin' in interviews But Dahmer got thirty and nobody called him a muse They say it's the streets, but the streets ain't the pen that write the lines The same mouth that praise the kingpin'll turn and call him a crime I'm watchin' a generation rehearse their own wake Every verse is a verse from a case file, every punchline a mistake They sellin' death like a product, the product is youth And the customer's a kid who ain't learned the value of truth [Chorus] How you make a killer cool, put a crown on a fool? Every bar is a body, every rhyme is a tool They say it's just music, but the music is fuel And the flame is a generation that don't know the rule How you make a killer cool, put a crown on a fool? Every bar is a body, every rhyme is a tool They say it's just music, but the music is cruel And the game is a mirror showin' monsters as jewels [Verse 2] I hear the hook say "slide," I hear the verse say "spin" I hear the next man's life gettin' traded for a win But the win is a coffin, the coffin is a trend And the trend is a ghost that'll never find a friend They talkin' cannibal kings, but they ain't eatin' the meat They just eatin' the souls of the kids on the street Every drill beat is a heartbeat that's about to stop Every "opp" is a name that they'll read on a cop's notepad They turn trauma into fashion, they turn blood into brand And the whole world clappin' like they don't understand [Chorus] How you make a killer cool, put a crown on a fool? Every bar is a body, every rhyme is a tool They say it's just music, but the music is fuel And the flame is a generation that don't know the rule How you make a killer cool, put a crown on a fool? Every bar is a body, every rhyme is a tool They say it's just music, but the music is cruel And the game is a mirror showin' monsters as jewels [Bridge] What if they listened to the words and didn't just nod? What if the next verse didn't praise the trigger they pulled? What if the crown was a weight and not a reward? What if the killer was just a kid who got fooled? They say art imitates life, but life imitates art And the art is a scar that's tearin' the heart I ain't sayin' don't speak, I'm sayin' watch what you say 'Cause the words that you spit might be words for a grave [Outro] So how you make a killer cool? How you make a killer cool? Every bar is a body, every rhyme is a tool And the game is a mirror showin' monsters as jewels How you make a killer cool?