Murder
Heard it's death in the air, murder
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder
I heard it's death in the air, murder (It's death in the air)
They said it's money on your head, murder
(Ay, they put a check on yo head)
You know it's coming we ain't scared, murder
(We ain't scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder (Murder, murder)
Sneak diss if you want to
Homicide don't know you
And nigga they gon know you
Cut ties with some niggas I grew up with, fucked with
Money on yo head you can touch quick
Pussy nigga you ain't ready for this street life
Murder, is all in my conscience
Drakeo get to jumpin like a mosh pit
Never feed into these lies cause they nonsense
Murder, it's something you can't stop
In these streets, it's certain lil niggas you gotta watch
And my time ticking slow cause I'm really up on the clock
I don't know if niggas with me or really be trynna plot
I be everywhere you can't go
Playing both sides, that'll get yo whole face blown
Never fall for these bitches they'll bait you
If you slip, them sukkas might take you
I heard it's death in the air, murder (It's death in the air)
They said it's money on your head, murder
(Ay, they put a check on yo head)
You know it's coming we ain't scared, murder
(We ain't scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder (Murder, murder)
Ski mask bouncing out trynna murk sum
He talkin up on the net we finna shirt cousin
Yo mama know you a bitch you ain't gon hurt nun
Young life goin brazy trynna murder
Real nigga stand tall we don't play for nothing
Drummy came with two knots make you prayin on something
Bitch we all in, bitch we play to win
Heard it's death in the air, we can say it again
Street niggas, we playing for keeps
I put my trust in God, not in these streets
I'm bout whatever what you really wanna do?
That's a pressure, bust pipes but you ain't gon shoot
When I was down wasn't seeing all these new faces
Now I'm doing it and all I see is blue faces
Turn around we be doing 30 day runs
So we be sitting on them bands when them days come
I heard it's death in the air, murder (It's death in the air)
They said it's money on your head, murder
(Ay, they put a check on yo head)
You know it's coming we ain't scared, murder
(We ain't scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder (Murder, murder)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder
I heard it's death in the air, murder (It's death in the air)
They said it's money on your head, murder
(Ay, they put a check on yo head)
You know it's coming we ain't scared, murder
(We ain't scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder (Murder, murder)
Sneak diss if you want to
Homicide don't know you
And nigga they gon know you
Cut ties with some niggas I grew up with, fucked with
Money on yo head you can touch quick
Pussy nigga you ain't ready for this street life
Murder, is all in my conscience
Drakeo get to jumpin like a mosh pit
Never feed into these lies cause they nonsense
Murder, it's something you can't stop
In these streets, it's certain lil niggas you gotta watch
And my time ticking slow cause I'm really up on the clock
I don't know if niggas with me or really be trynna plot
I be everywhere you can't go
Playing both sides, that'll get yo whole face blown
Never fall for these bitches they'll bait you
If you slip, them sukkas might take you
I heard it's death in the air, murder (It's death in the air)
They said it's money on your head, murder
(Ay, they put a check on yo head)
You know it's coming we ain't scared, murder
(We ain't scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder (Murder, murder)
Ski mask bouncing out trynna murk sum
He talkin up on the net we finna shirt cousin
Yo mama know you a bitch you ain't gon hurt nun
Young life goin brazy trynna murder
Real nigga stand tall we don't play for nothing
Drummy came with two knots make you prayin on something
Bitch we all in, bitch we play to win
Heard it's death in the air, we can say it again
Street niggas, we playing for keeps
I put my trust in God, not in these streets
I'm bout whatever what you really wanna do?
That's a pressure, bust pipes but you ain't gon shoot
When I was down wasn't seeing all these new faces
Now I'm doing it and all I see is blue faces
Turn around we be doing 30 day runs
So we be sitting on them bands when them days come
I heard it's death in the air, murder (It's death in the air)
They said it's money on your head, murder
(Ay, they put a check on yo head)
You know it's coming we ain't scared, murder
(We ain't scared, we ain't scared)
Yellow tapes, white chalk, murder (Murder, murder)
Credits
Writer(s): Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Raphael Saadiq, Tiheem Crocker, Carl Wheeler, Jeffrey B. Atkins, Andre S. Parker
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