Murda Rate

While loved ones grieve in Southeast today,
DC police were investigating yet another killing in the city
This time, a man was murdered along
Minnesota Avenue in Northeast shortly before 3 p.m
As of 11 o'clock Monday night,
102 people have been killed in DC this year
Compare that to last year, when
81 lives were cut short by this time
Along with a steady increase in deadly gunfire
Is a growing call in DC for crooks to put

Now I got murder on my mind and
I'm just waiting for my time
Let a nigga say he outside and
I'm going down like Marry J. Blidge
I treat my bitch like she ain't mine,
Fuck her friends from time to time
And I answer every single call,
She showing pussy on FaceTime

Tell a fuck nigga be easy,
You'll get two-piece like bikinis
Keep that heat like Michael Beasley
and that's on me baby like Beezy
Now I'm turnt up for no reason,
It's that boot I put in my reefer
I just sprinkle it like season,
I just sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle

I take pride in being a man,
I take pride in being that nigga
I ain't dancing on TikTok, I rather leave that shit for the bitches
What the fuck is wrong with niggas
They get weirder and weirder
Well, I'm really in the game and
I jumped in the field like a scrimmage

Now y'all know what's on my budget
I need boot bibs and buttons
I need pampers wipes for Khylee
And I got cheese curls for her brova
On Arod, they still some suckers
They be burning like rubbers
I had KD's for the low
Since KD was with the Thunder

Randy Moss, I caught me a fade
I don't care as long as I'm paid
I go magic with that work
And y'all like magic with the Aids
You'll get cooked fried a souffle
You'll get burnt, boiled, or bake
You'll get steamed, roasted, sauteed
I bet he come out like a steak

Please excuse my behavior,
I don't remember asking for favors
I was in the field like a raider
With a mask on like Jason
I treat KG house like a vacant
I had bitches in there naked
And I'm just like my papa
Rolling stone like temptations

I got sandwich bags full of perks
Che got Molly all in her purse
I bought a Mac-10 by the church
That bitch spittin like a verse
I set up to shot like a nurse
Keep your bitch ass off my turf
Niggas be softer than a Nerf
Niggas be soft, soft, soft

Aye, let's take it up one level
I had snow piles like a shovel
MY face card still valid
I could get a brick on credit
Well, I'm in the lab like Dexter
And I'm in this shit forever
I got residue on my sweater

And a new scale on my dresser



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Writer(s): Bob Molly
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