YRK Zy - Love da Hate

Murder It All

Uhh, uh, uh, uh, uhh
Uh, uh, uh, uhh
Uh, uh, uh, uhh

I can not duck from this beef i was born in
I can never get right it's annoying
Bro stuck in the streets where it's pouring
Gotta sad lil soul it's toring
I know you was a fan for uh while come stand in the crowd and see my performance
Can't stop i was never to loud
And it's fuck me now
Without her it's so boring
I'm not yo man wanna be
Can't drop these lies onna beat
Funny how you look bad when you mean
Diggin' in my heart when i sing
I'm stuck but i'm livin' catch up wit the team
Buss down on my crown on my head imma king
Too much killin' glock full of rounds red on the beam
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
We stuck in this crazy tell me how you feelin' mm
You gotta watch yo back it's people out here killin' mm
Like if you listen to me i'm the one who's healin'
I got some scabs up on my body slowly pealin'
Nahh
Catchin' uh vibe like bae did you feel it all
I can't sit back and chill i need tylenol
I been trippin' on her it's a steady fall
I went through the pain you can't wait it off
All this pain in my chest make uh nigga cough
Rewind all the shit that she really thought
I'm really hurt inside i'm crying and sniffing up snot
I swear i can't get enough of you
Like bae it's not my fault i shed uh tear everytime i think of you
I swear i miss the old days
It's to many cold days don't need to voice to slowly fade away
Fuck all dat shit nigga
Head inna gutter
Brodie clackin' them shots wanna bump her
Been sayin i need you not only ta fuck her
Been sending some shots tryna hug her
She ain't find out yet imma lover
Been starin' deep in yo eyes im tryna find yo true colors

I'm not yo man wanna be
Can't drop these lies onna beat
Funny how you look bad when you mean
Diggin' in my heart when i sing
I'm stuck but i'm livin' catch up wit the team
Buss down on my crown on my head imma king
Too much killin' glock full of rounds red on the beam
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
I'm not yo man wanna be
Can't drop these lies onna beat
Funny how you look bad when you mean
Diggin' in my heart when i sing
I'm stuck but i'm livin' catch up wit the team
Buss down on my crown on my head imma king
Too much killin' glock full of rounds red on the beam
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all
Murder it all

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Writer(s): Yrk Zy
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