MURDER

Mmm
Get it roll
No, I'm in the studio, fella
Oh no, yeah, call me, ball me
Yeah
But I'm at the studio, hold up, bro

I ain't get to roll no weed, I ain't get to roll no Swishers

I was locked up on Christmas, I ain't get to see my brothers

I ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy fellas be snitchin'

Everybody actin' suspicious, might probably say that I'm trippin'
When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget
And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause
That's the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women who go around pretendin'
As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from a distance
'Cause the same bitch say she down
To ride be the main one who triggin'
Got molly mixed with promethazine

'Cause every time I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47s, MAC-11s, Glocks, and 9s
And all these pussy fellas hatin', tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind, bitch, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, oh
I got murder on my mind, yeah
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind

Oh yeah, lay the tape around his body (Oh)
It's a fuckin' homicide (Oh)
His face is on a T-shirt (Oh)
And his family traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot him (Oh)
He just caught me by surprise (Ah)
I reloaded my pistol
Cocked it back and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he got teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die

I told him, "It's too late, my friend, it's time to say goodbye"
And he died inside my arms
Blood all on my shirt, wake up in the morning

AK-47s, MAC-11s, Glocks, and 9s
And all these pussy fellas hatin', tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind, bitch, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, oh
I got murder on my mind, yeah
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind

Woah, buy like the ratchet
Bitch, I'm an animal, Melly's a savage
No, he not no amateur, bad bitch named Angela
Four-door camera, bitch, I'm a murderer
I might just kill the boy, don't wanna kill the boy
Break him up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
We gon' grill the boy, I'm bleedin' so good
I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy

Murder on my mind
Murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
Wake up in the morning
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my, I got murder on my mind
AK-47s, MAC-11s, Glocks, and 9s
And all these pussy fellas hatin', tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind, bitch, I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind

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