Murder She Wrote

I come for the crown I come for the king
Yeah I come for the goats I put hands on throats
Kill kill choke hold
One finger on rap one finger on pop
Don't think I'm gone stop I make bodies drop
Y'all can cal the cops I'm just doing me
I'm the MVP since 2003 since 2001
I'm just having fun finna make y'all choke
Like you just seen ghost

I murder a track I murder a beat I do this all of the time
I murder a hook I murder a verse but they do not care about mine
I murder the pop I murder the rap but they do not care about that
I murder it all yeah I came to ball yeah I want it all

I'm a pop-star to these Poptarts top charts
Break records and break hearts y'all people falled off
Y'all rappers been whack this isn't breaking news
I'm boutta blow a fuze on who just let me choose
Sometimes I roll with Thugga sometimes I roll with Drippin'
You talking tough come get him my people never dipping
You rappers make me laugh just like you Peter Griffin
Your girl a vixen she get in and now she out commission

I murder a track I murder a beat I do this all of the time
I murder a hook I murder a verse but they do not care about mine
I murder the pop I murder the rap but they do not care about that
I murder it all yeah I came to ball yeah I want it all
I murder a track I murder a beat I do this all of the time
I murder a hook I murder a verse but they do not care about mine
I murder the pop I murder the rap but they do not care about that
I murder it all yeah I came to ball yeah I want it all
I murder a track I murder a beat I do this all of the time
I murder a hook I murder a verse but they do not care about mine
I murder the pop I murder the rap but they do not care about that
I murder it all yeah I came to ball yeah I want it all



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Roach
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