Candle Light
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands
They don't understand nighas shooting crosses
Ran up some bands, shot up out of town
Now I'm with some bosses
Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya
And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
I done got crossed out
By the same people that done told me they love me
I done got stabbed in the back by the same people that tried to hug me
Now you come back with ya hands out when you was just saying fuck me
You know I'm the same nigga risk my life for you
When you really didn't trust me
You put me in situations, no anticipating had to handle that business
I pray that God clear me from that sin
Cause I had to none of yo business
You spoke on my name in some places
Could've had a nigga gone for a long time
But look at a nigha back home doing good
Guess You tried at the wrong time
Had to get a little money shit was getting crazy
Sacrificing time for my daughter
Ran through some money
Couldn't keep a job
Shit was really getting out of order
My hands got bloody
Trying to cover tracts
Really I was making it worse
Win one time then I lose twice
Feel like a nigga got a curse
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands
They don't understand nighas shooting crosses
Ran up some bands, shot up out of town
Now I'm with some bosses
Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya
And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
They made my heart cold like a glacier
I done got crossed out bout some paper
I done got over dosed by a waitress
I know my time coming I ain't waiting
I know they down bad and they hating
I'm on a level niggas wanna get on
I got that drop the shit that you can't sit on
Take out that nigga while he put the fit on
My nigga still fighting cases
I got my brother trying to lace me
I know it's fuck me I had to face it
Hey, I took flight
Got niggas praying for they life
I know the struggle ain't right
Some of your family ain't right
Where you was at when I was down
Nobody ever paid me attention
Now everybody come around
Where you was at when I was in the trenches
I got scares on my heart
Got me watching my friends
If I Ever loved u I'm gone love you till the end
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands
They don't understand nighas shooting crosses
Ran up some bands, shot up out of town
Now I'm with some bosses
Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya
And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands
They don't understand nighas shooting crosses
Ran up some bands, shot up out of town
Now I'm with some bosses
Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya
And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
I done got crossed out
By the same people that done told me they love me
I done got stabbed in the back by the same people that tried to hug me
Now you come back with ya hands out when you was just saying fuck me
You know I'm the same nigga risk my life for you
When you really didn't trust me
You put me in situations, no anticipating had to handle that business
I pray that God clear me from that sin
Cause I had to none of yo business
You spoke on my name in some places
Could've had a nigga gone for a long time
But look at a nigha back home doing good
Guess You tried at the wrong time
Had to get a little money shit was getting crazy
Sacrificing time for my daughter
Ran through some money
Couldn't keep a job
Shit was really getting out of order
My hands got bloody
Trying to cover tracts
Really I was making it worse
Win one time then I lose twice
Feel like a nigga got a curse
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands
They don't understand nighas shooting crosses
Ran up some bands, shot up out of town
Now I'm with some bosses
Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya
And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
They made my heart cold like a glacier
I done got crossed out bout some paper
I done got over dosed by a waitress
I know my time coming I ain't waiting
I know they down bad and they hating
I'm on a level niggas wanna get on
I got that drop the shit that you can't sit on
Take out that nigga while he put the fit on
My nigga still fighting cases
I got my brother trying to lace me
I know it's fuck me I had to face it
Hey, I took flight
Got niggas praying for they life
I know the struggle ain't right
Some of your family ain't right
Where you was at when I was down
Nobody ever paid me attention
Now everybody come around
Where you was at when I was in the trenches
I got scares on my heart
Got me watching my friends
If I Ever loved u I'm gone love you till the end
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands They don't understand
Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)
Murder on my hands
They don't understand nighas shooting crosses
Ran up some bands, shot up out of town
Now I'm with some bosses
Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya
And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin
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