MURDER ON MY MIND ft. Fpscoot Lyrics

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

Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate

She gone fuck round if she want then say she not yeah that's the bait

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

Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate

She gone fuck round if she want then say she not yeah that's the bait

Member hoes was hatin on me but I'm up now

Same hoes like a diamond presi getting bussed 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 showing love now

I can smell right through his fit that they cap like a bloodhound

Life a hoolahoop what goes around know it come around

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

Dukes can read it on my face say its pain behind a smile

But through the rain I see sunny days

Had to leave the city headed to the H

finna go get paid today

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

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

I grew up wit my brothers you couldn't catch me without jihad and tai

I'm my sister keeper play round wit her ima chop a face

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

Some shit I think about smoke my pain an fill da wood wit shake

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

Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate

She gone fuck round if she want then say she not yeah that's the bait

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

Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate

These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate

She gone fuck round 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 died swear to God that they ain't lack

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

I like leaving niggas stranded ain't no way he coming back

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

If it's smoke that's what it is ion do the chits or 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 gullet that hit blood triple that I'm sending back

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

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

Everyday 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 didn't 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