Murda
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the score can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
Wake up
Think bout getting my cake up
Still be tired cause through the night I stay up
Either thinking bread or on my lay up
But I continue my morning
Hit my knees pray up
Brush my teeth
Then get breakfast
Put on my fit
Throw on my neckless
Time to go collect my blessings
Even tho I'm moving reckless
I move with good intentions
My intentions, attend this nigga funeral
Usually peacemaking my usual
But niggas want me gone and the feelings mutual
Mutual
Mutual
Mutual
Yea the feeling mutual
Just made it to whip
Whippin through the city
Til I find something pretty
Let me hit up Lena
She's artist maybe she wan go to micheals
As we shop the arts & craft
I make her laugh
Releave stress by gettin some ass
And yes it works
But back to work
Cause in a nutshell
Gettin a nut ain't gon stop them shells
Or pay me my bells
So let's keep real
Gotta get back to this bread babyy
I know my life's crazyy
So once I get these chips I dip them back to my entre
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
After I drop Lena it's around 3
30 minutes away from the stu
Ok Cool
I'm finna pull up lay somethin smooth
Time to do what I do
But this the easy part of my day
Like 10 hours of going killmode
Killmode
Killmode
Killmode
Sonning these niggas Uncle Phil Mode
Just close my eyes & imagine its the Fillmore
And give the crowd something they ca feel more
Like if I don't give my all then what the fuck im even here for
Na everybody Aw
Like how he go so hard
The answers is
I don't practice showing my soul
I just rip myself in half and let everything go
I be feeling all type ways I just left everyone know
Na the session done
Me vs the mic I won
Cuzzin hittin my line
He just flew in from Hawaii need a ride
Weekend w his bitch, scammed the trip he ain't pay a dime
"MY NIGGA"
I'm tired truly but it's one 1 in the morning and fuck I can't leave this nigga hanging
So I tell Collin I'm out
He turn back say cool, let's finish tomorrow we could lay sumn
smooth
Word appreciate it
Na I'm in the whip agitated on my way to arrivals
Gun on my side thinking rivals
I finally hit the terminal to scoop this nigga up
He was trippen on chick
Bout a fight that almost got em bent
I tell em chill and run the story on the way to crib
As he explain it we take the exit and all here
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
VERSE 3
How you doing officer
Is there anything I ca offer ya
I'm good at writing raps and I promise never seen a trap
ID & REGISTRATION
Fuck Im dealing an Asshole
Let me just get what need
Maybe this muhfucka leave
STEP OUT THE CAR
W hat you mean you ain't een much say what I did
Before we get to all that let me just tell you what it is
OUT NOW
Tried to bullshit
But he grab me out that bitch
Told partner he saw a clip
and we need to be detained
Cuffed on the curb shit running through my brain
I really ain't do shit illegal
But that could all change
See these police round here
Dirty as Dustbunnies
All tryna bust sumn
If they need to they'll plant something
He asking questions like have you ever been arrested
I'm answering normally but really I'm getting tested
Cause deep down I wanna say
Bro my Potna died
Everything clean but I should have Gloks inside
FNs Mac 10s whatever I decide
Cause the badge you got aint do shit when his momma cried
You Pig bitch get on yo knees boy you comply
Peace ain't never been what yall ever exemplified
So Peep this I'm running through streets and findin the killer
Ain't got faith in you so it's just me and God my nigga
So when he catch this clip I'm a say AMEN my nigga
Cause I'm the only one still outchea for my nigga
Opps running up the score can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
Wake up
Think bout getting my cake up
Still be tired cause through the night I stay up
Either thinking bread or on my lay up
But I continue my morning
Hit my knees pray up
Brush my teeth
Then get breakfast
Put on my fit
Throw on my neckless
Time to go collect my blessings
Even tho I'm moving reckless
I move with good intentions
My intentions, attend this nigga funeral
Usually peacemaking my usual
But niggas want me gone and the feelings mutual
Mutual
Mutual
Mutual
Yea the feeling mutual
Just made it to whip
Whippin through the city
Til I find something pretty
Let me hit up Lena
She's artist maybe she wan go to micheals
As we shop the arts & craft
I make her laugh
Releave stress by gettin some ass
And yes it works
But back to work
Cause in a nutshell
Gettin a nut ain't gon stop them shells
Or pay me my bells
So let's keep real
Gotta get back to this bread babyy
I know my life's crazyy
So once I get these chips I dip them back to my entre
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
After I drop Lena it's around 3
30 minutes away from the stu
Ok Cool
I'm finna pull up lay somethin smooth
Time to do what I do
But this the easy part of my day
Like 10 hours of going killmode
Killmode
Killmode
Killmode
Sonning these niggas Uncle Phil Mode
Just close my eyes & imagine its the Fillmore
And give the crowd something they ca feel more
Like if I don't give my all then what the fuck im even here for
Na everybody Aw
Like how he go so hard
The answers is
I don't practice showing my soul
I just rip myself in half and let everything go
I be feeling all type ways I just left everyone know
Na the session done
Me vs the mic I won
Cuzzin hittin my line
He just flew in from Hawaii need a ride
Weekend w his bitch, scammed the trip he ain't pay a dime
"MY NIGGA"
I'm tired truly but it's one 1 in the morning and fuck I can't leave this nigga hanging
So I tell Collin I'm out
He turn back say cool, let's finish tomorrow we could lay sumn
smooth
Word appreciate it
Na I'm in the whip agitated on my way to arrivals
Gun on my side thinking rivals
I finally hit the terminal to scoop this nigga up
He was trippen on chick
Bout a fight that almost got em bent
I tell em chill and run the story on the way to crib
As he explain it we take the exit and all here
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
Too much on my mind I gotta grind
Opps running up the shore can't waste time
Lying through my teeth like everything fine
But murder's on my mind
VERSE 3
How you doing officer
Is there anything I ca offer ya
I'm good at writing raps and I promise never seen a trap
ID & REGISTRATION
Fuck Im dealing an Asshole
Let me just get what need
Maybe this muhfucka leave
STEP OUT THE CAR
W hat you mean you ain't een much say what I did
Before we get to all that let me just tell you what it is
OUT NOW
Tried to bullshit
But he grab me out that bitch
Told partner he saw a clip
and we need to be detained
Cuffed on the curb shit running through my brain
I really ain't do shit illegal
But that could all change
See these police round here
Dirty as Dustbunnies
All tryna bust sumn
If they need to they'll plant something
He asking questions like have you ever been arrested
I'm answering normally but really I'm getting tested
Cause deep down I wanna say
Bro my Potna died
Everything clean but I should have Gloks inside
FNs Mac 10s whatever I decide
Cause the badge you got aint do shit when his momma cried
You Pig bitch get on yo knees boy you comply
Peace ain't never been what yall ever exemplified
So Peep this I'm running through streets and findin the killer
Ain't got faith in you so it's just me and God my nigga
So when he catch this clip I'm a say AMEN my nigga
Cause I'm the only one still outchea for my nigga
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Writer(s): Ky Armstrong-diggs
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