MURDA Lyrics

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