Murder On My Tension
I say I just gotta see who do you take me for I saw some hurt the rumors hope you know
that shit not facing us I heard that nigga telling he was helping build them taxes up
I know some niggas locked up in the feds like they ain't ate enough They mad at me, go tell them pick they faces up
Murder on my tension Fuck it with the pride, he'll be alive but he ain't wanna listen
Ready for the dive when the timer slide, no this ain't for attention I heard some niggas I didn't give me, it's gon' be a minute
I heard that boy survived the headshot Tell big homie a bitch ain't only like that when the meds out
Them niggas tired of telling they gon' have a fight when the feds out My bitch be jammin' Kwando, she say all I smoke is stat out
Can't give you my location, you won't act that I'm a head out You got a lot of niggas dying, know that shit getting worse
You ain't been smiling, stomach growling, gotta wait till the first This shit get violent, could've caught me, I was behind these checks
Pretended by them ghetto angels, could've been in the hearse Told all y'all bro to drop the case, why would you think it would work
Knowing that monster killed himself, that beat it part really hurt Couldn't believe my brother died so I ain't put on a shirt
And I been letting mama down, should've been me in that hearse I feel them demons in my presence like I live with a curse
Get angry when I'm sober Don't wanna meet my bad side cause he might fuck you over
Thinking evil thoughts again, I pulled up on inside the store I say I just gotta see, who do you take me for
Saw some hurt, the rumors, hope you know that shit not fazin' us I heard that nigga tellin' he was helpin' build them cases up
I know some niggas locked up in the feds like they ain't ate enough They mad at me, go tell them, pick they faces up
Murder on my tention Fuck it with the pride, he'll be alive and he ain't wanna listen
Ready for the dial when the timer slide, no, this ain't poor attention I heard them niggas out here gettin' me, it's gon' be a minute
Mm-hmm, okay Where the fuck the love go
I got a bunch of those Sleepin' on my couch, hashtags all in my underclothes
Gleezin' with a 808, I was fiendin' for them, take a soul Why do I go through this madness
Start to feel like I can never stay happy The ones you love, they either change or they vanish
Who would've thought it'd be family? My mama told me that she hate us, so rapid
I work too hard, can't let it fall, I gotta make some shit happen And I cut everybody off, I'm who they envy the most
They like to leave when they go bad, so ain't no holdin' them close Think before you write a caption, you could die for a post
Double, two, three, tryna get active, we can't save him no more
Murder creative, we gon' catch you dressed up like a hobo
Twenty up on my nigga head, I guess we got some new smoke
He said what he gon' do to me, that nigga movin' too slow
We beefin' with a few hoes I say I just gotta see, who do you take me for
Salsa heard the rumors, hope he know that shit not phasin' us
I heard that nigga tellin' he was helpin' build them cases up
I know some niggas locked up in the feds like they ain't ate enough
They mad at me, go tell them, pick they faces up
Murder on my tenchie Fuck it with the pride, he'll be alive and he ain't wanna listen
Ready for the dive, wanna time the slide, no, this ain't for attention
I heard them niggas out to get me, it's gon' be a minute
that shit not facing us I heard that nigga telling he was helping build them taxes up
I know some niggas locked up in the feds like they ain't ate enough They mad at me, go tell them pick they faces up
Murder on my tension Fuck it with the pride, he'll be alive but he ain't wanna listen
Ready for the dive when the timer slide, no this ain't for attention I heard some niggas I didn't give me, it's gon' be a minute
I heard that boy survived the headshot Tell big homie a bitch ain't only like that when the meds out
Them niggas tired of telling they gon' have a fight when the feds out My bitch be jammin' Kwando, she say all I smoke is stat out
Can't give you my location, you won't act that I'm a head out You got a lot of niggas dying, know that shit getting worse
You ain't been smiling, stomach growling, gotta wait till the first This shit get violent, could've caught me, I was behind these checks
Pretended by them ghetto angels, could've been in the hearse Told all y'all bro to drop the case, why would you think it would work
Knowing that monster killed himself, that beat it part really hurt Couldn't believe my brother died so I ain't put on a shirt
And I been letting mama down, should've been me in that hearse I feel them demons in my presence like I live with a curse
Get angry when I'm sober Don't wanna meet my bad side cause he might fuck you over
Thinking evil thoughts again, I pulled up on inside the store I say I just gotta see, who do you take me for
Saw some hurt, the rumors, hope you know that shit not fazin' us I heard that nigga tellin' he was helpin' build them cases up
I know some niggas locked up in the feds like they ain't ate enough They mad at me, go tell them, pick they faces up
Murder on my tention Fuck it with the pride, he'll be alive and he ain't wanna listen
Ready for the dial when the timer slide, no, this ain't poor attention I heard them niggas out here gettin' me, it's gon' be a minute
Mm-hmm, okay Where the fuck the love go
I got a bunch of those Sleepin' on my couch, hashtags all in my underclothes
Gleezin' with a 808, I was fiendin' for them, take a soul Why do I go through this madness
Start to feel like I can never stay happy The ones you love, they either change or they vanish
Who would've thought it'd be family? My mama told me that she hate us, so rapid
I work too hard, can't let it fall, I gotta make some shit happen And I cut everybody off, I'm who they envy the most
They like to leave when they go bad, so ain't no holdin' them close Think before you write a caption, you could die for a post
Double, two, three, tryna get active, we can't save him no more
Murder creative, we gon' catch you dressed up like a hobo
Twenty up on my nigga head, I guess we got some new smoke
He said what he gon' do to me, that nigga movin' too slow
We beefin' with a few hoes I say I just gotta see, who do you take me for
Salsa heard the rumors, hope he know that shit not phasin' us
I heard that nigga tellin' he was helpin' build them cases up
I know some niggas locked up in the feds like they ain't ate enough
They mad at me, go tell them, pick they faces up
Murder on my tenchie Fuck it with the pride, he'll be alive and he ain't wanna listen
Ready for the dive, wanna time the slide, no, this ain't for attention
I heard them niggas out to get me, it's gon' be a minute
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Writer(s): Sir Charles Banks
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