Murder
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder
Ask me how I feel when I see someone murdered in the streets
Ask me how I feel when I see someone getting ripped off quick
I got some love for my opps, but we still brawl and beef
Only put respect in your name when they see you getting big
Only fuck with you when you rich
Singing from my heart, realest in my prime
I don't like to talk too much
If you ain't right then you wrong
R.I.P. to the people gone
The murder rate going high, ain't nobody saying shit 'bout it
Reminisce about troubles we used to cause on
Since we was kids
Can't let no impostor in my business, so I ride without telling
I beat the odds throughout the storm, I ain't see nobody there
Couldn't call God, I felt so embarrassed, I'm a sinner, what else?
Plenty of time to make it right 'cause I been going through hell
How dare you question my loyalty while I been infinite real?
These folks won't appreciate the shit you gon' be doin' for them
They say they trust a God, but I say I only trust myself
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder
Steady toting with the Glock
My niggas don't talk, they bring out the scores
Check out the score, we taking the top
I ain't no murderer, I got no remorse
I posted up the block, I'm taking my chance
They know I be ganging, hanging 'round the city corners we stretching
Talk with respect that might get you murdered
Smiggy stomped a nigga he started wailing
With Ts and jeans, I bring out my tactic
Say she really wanna fuck with a savage
He got the money, they think he a bandit
They be talking shit but he living lavish
I'm with some niggas, they full out on tactics
Scream out murder, I'm in the Benz
Sit down and watch the sun while it sets
Wilding, throwing gang signs on set
You wanna fuck me, tell me the bet
I ride for my niggas we get while we spend
I'm seek out opps 'cause Lord knows I prayed
We outta streets we ain't catching stains
My .22 by me in case they gon' raid
Tell to my homie to watch out the way
I got too much brains, I barely disgrace
I'm off codeine, so tell 'em to hate me
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder
Ask me how I feel when I see someone murdered in the streets
Ask me how I feel when I see someone getting ripped off quick
I got some love for my opps, but we still brawl and beef
Only put respect in your name when they see you getting big
Only fuck with you when you rich
Singing from my heart, realest in my prime
I don't like to talk too much
If you ain't right then you wrong
R.I.P. to the people gone
The murder rate going high, ain't nobody saying shit 'bout it
Reminisce about troubles we used to cause on
Since we was kids
Can't let no impostor in my business, so I ride without telling
I beat the odds throughout the storm, I ain't see nobody there
Couldn't call God, I felt so embarrassed, I'm a sinner, what else?
Plenty of time to make it right 'cause I been going through hell
How dare you question my loyalty while I been infinite real?
These folks won't appreciate the shit you gon' be doin' for them
They say they trust a God, but I say I only trust myself
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder
Steady toting with the Glock
My niggas don't talk, they bring out the scores
Check out the score, we taking the top
I ain't no murderer, I got no remorse
I posted up the block, I'm taking my chance
They know I be ganging, hanging 'round the city corners we stretching
Talk with respect that might get you murdered
Smiggy stomped a nigga he started wailing
With Ts and jeans, I bring out my tactic
Say she really wanna fuck with a savage
He got the money, they think he a bandit
They be talking shit but he living lavish
I'm with some niggas, they full out on tactics
Scream out murder, I'm in the Benz
Sit down and watch the sun while it sets
Wilding, throwing gang signs on set
You wanna fuck me, tell me the bet
I ride for my niggas we get while we spend
I'm seek out opps 'cause Lord knows I prayed
We outta streets we ain't catching stains
My .22 by me in case they gon' raid
Tell to my homie to watch out the way
I got too much brains, I barely disgrace
I'm off codeine, so tell 'em to hate me
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder (murder)
Murder, murder, murder
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