Homicide ft. PapiDaDon Lyrics

Homicide all in my sleep so I cant help but wake up

Homicide

Thirty three hunnid shit

Fame I got you nigga

Lets go

Homicides all in my sleep so I dont wanna wake up

Shoot from da clutch

Homicides all in my sleep so I cant

Homicides all in my sleep so I cant help but wake up

Mob ties see all my niggaz really bounded by blood

Street ties so all my niggaz really shoot in da clutch

We been sliding on all dem niggaz dats been sliding on us

Traumatized from all dis pain so I dont know who to trust

Niggaz switchin for bitches dat I aint even fuck

Life of a crime pain on my mind dat I jus had to give up

Blood ties so all my niggaz really shoot in da clutch

Startin off with a rest in peace to da dead

Chalklines caution tape body filled wit led

Mental tainted all my fuckin feelings dead

Wakin up cold sweats eyes bloody red

They drop one we drop two its time to sum it up

I dont even know the score we boutta run it up

Spin a block seen a opp now my gun is up

Hit his chest shoulder stomach now his tummy tucked

But whats crazy is im really havin nightmares

Jumped off the porch front line I was right there

Consequences of the game they wasnt quite clear

Now the trauma got me screaming through da nite air

Homicides all in my sleep so I cant help but wake up

Mob ties see all my niggaz really bounded by blood

Street ties so all my niggaz really shoot in da clutch

We been sliding on all dem niggaz dats been sliding on us

Traumatized from all dis pain so I dont know who to trust

Niggaz switchin for bitches dat I aint even fuck

Life of a crime pain on my mind dat I jus had to give up

Blood ties so all my niggaz really shoot in da clutch

All my niggaz really shoot in da clutch

Ran it up on da opps they aint do it enough

But fuck da score cuz my mental got me twisted as fuck

They see da chains and the shine they think we living it up

But they dont know about the trauma and the emotional scars

Feel like Im in it by myself but Im beating da odds

Feel like Im talking to myself when I talk to Allah

Look like that nigga dat killed Ricky wen I hang out that car

Homicides all in my sleep so I cant help but wake up

Mob ties see all my niggaz really bounded by blood

Street ties so all my niggaz really shoot in da clutch

We been sliding on all dem niggaz dats been sliding on us

Traumatized from all dis pain so I dont know who to trust

Niggaz switchin for bitches dat I aint even fuck

Life of a crime pain on my mind dat I jus had to give up

Blood ties so all my niggaz really shoot in da clutch