MURDER ON MY MIND ft. FpScoot Lyrics

Feel it's murder on my mind

Catch a hat or get a face

Tired of losin' real niggas, while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashin' bout a bitch, that's some shit I can't relate

She gon' fuck around if she want then, say she not, yeah, that's the bait

Feel this murder on my mind

Catch a hat or get a face

Tired of losin' real niggas, while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashin' bout a bitch, that's some shit I can't relate

She gon' fuck around if she want then, say she not, yeah, that's the bait

Remember hoes was hatin' on me, but I'm up now

Same hoes like a diamond prezzie, gettin' bust down

I found out what'll make a nigga chill, it's the gun sounds

The ones who said I couldn't blow off rap, showin' love now

I can smell right through his fit he cap, like a bloodhound

Life a hula hoop, what goes around, know it come around

Why the real ones gotta go, ain't been the same since we lost Al

And dukes can read it on my face, she say it's pain behind this smile

Through the rain, I see sunny days, uh, had to leave the city

Headed to the H, finna go get paid today

This that pain lay deep inside, it cut deep like a razor blade

This ain't nothin' new, been gettin' money since a taper fade

I grew up with my brothers, you could catch me without Jihad and Tai

I'm my sister's keeper, play around with her, I'm a chop a face

If one was swingin', we all workin', everybody got a job in place

Some shit I think about, I smoke my pain and feel the wood with shake,

It's murder on my mind, catch a hat or get a face

Tired of losin' real niggas, while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashin' bout a bitch, that's some shit I can't relate

She gon' fuck around if she want then, say she not, yeah, that's the bait

Said it's murder on my mind, catch a hat or get a face

Tired of losin' real niggas, while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashin' bout a bitch, that's some shit I can't relate

She gon' fuck around if she want then, say she not, yeah, that's the bait

And I ain't never first to tweak, but hop right on it if it's that

Every nigga before they die, swear to God that they ain't lack

Press a button, spin around, think he caught one in his back

I like it leavin' niggas stranded, ain't no way he comin' back

You ever close a nigga lid, that mean I left one in his hat

If it's smoke, that's what it is, I don't do the chits and chats

Get one mind, I need his fam, I ain't goin' tit for tat

Type to leave him where he layin, ain't really fond of spinnin back

Graduate, walk the stage, he went down, didn't get his cap

For every bullet that hit blood, triple that, I'm sendin' back

All black, ski, chop, you know I'm laid up in the back

Fell in love with hitting, heads, and the sound when that bitch clap

Every day I wake up, I go out and get some money

And every time this bitch ring, my face light up like it's sunny

And that shit that they did, I hated that for sunny

Niggas fake for ten years, cause they wanna fit that tummy

If I was Mitch, I would've killed everybody, fuck the money

Ayy, ayy, if I was Mitch, I would've killed everybody

Fuck the money, for my son, fuck the money