[Intro]
Hey, Chase, you made this beat?
Chase got the sound
Yeah, woo, uh

[Chorus]
I'm a mother fuckin' killer on the beat
Bitch, pipe down
I got that heat up on me right now
If I let it go I'ma spray about 100 rounds
Have 'em saying you done, done it, now
Boy, you done, done it, now
High as overseas flights
Way above the ground
Boy, fuck around
Yeah, you done, done it, now
High as overseas flights
Never touching down
Chase Jams got the fuckin' sound

[Verse]
Ooh, coming through
Pack so loud, I know you heard it
I'm a killer on the beat
You are now witnessing murder
Chase just send another victim
Cutting hearts out like a surgeon
Young twenty, boy
I never gave a fuck, think I'ma virgin
Touching kids, like I'm perverted
But I think Michael was innocent
That's a Cam'ron reference
If you didn't get it
They say the rap game and trap game
Ain't all that different
Neighborhood dope boy
I be serving on these instruments
Instantly it's a hit
When I click record on this shit
Man, I ain't even gotta spit
But I too important to quit
Can't leave rap alone
The game needs me
Man, I didn't ask for this gift
But it came freely
Was lost but now I'm found
Blind and now I can see
Young Original Angel
Who better than me?
I'm so ahead of my time
I'm part of a different league
If I get caught
I know Chase'll get charged with accessory
I'm from a place
Where police using force, too excessively
And if it wasn't for these cameras
Some people would never see
The jury'll let em free
And the media let em be
And accountable for their actions
These racists would never be

[Chorus]
I'm a killer on the beat
Bitch, pipe down, yeah
I got that heat up on me right now
If I let it go I'ma spray about 100 rounds
Have 'em saying you done, done it, now
Boy, you done, done it now
High as overseas flights
Way above the ground
Boy, fuck around
Yeah, you done, done it now
High as overseas flights
Never touching down
7 Seconds got the fuckin' sound

[Verse]
Ooh, coming through
Make way for a legend
I been local for a second
But I'm still making hit records
In my own mind
Every single day a new producer
Hit my phone line
Boy, get your clout up
On your own time
I'm on the grind from Monday to Sunday
And back again
Killer on this beat
I'm about to start clapping them
[Chorus]
Bitch, pipe down
I got that heat up on me right now
If I let it go I'ma spray about 100 rounds
Have 'em saying you done, done it, now
Boy, you done, done it, now
High as overseas flights
Way above the ground
Boy, fuck around
Yeah, you done, done it, now
High as overseas flights
Never touching down
Chase Jams got the fuckin' sound