Murder She Wrote Lyrics

Keep it hundred we stuck to the code

Uh screaming out murder she wrote

Free all my niggas and keep who then told

I was down and it was no where to go

Talked to the devil ain't selling my soul yea

They screaming Three you the goat

Walking threw pain they can't tell what I'm on

Living low life but I'm back in my zone uh

Started this shit by myself I remember you didn't believe in youngin yea

12 off the porch I was hustling

Bitches was laughing I used to be dusty

4 pockets full now they all wanna fuck me

Uh hundreds fifty's I'm thumbing

Momma said get it no time to be wasting

Yea remember they said I'd be nothing

Now all these niggas be down for the ride

Broke they ain't hit up my line

No royal rumble we stuck on the block

Play and I'm sliding for mine

Thinking bout granny Roll up and get high

That marry Jane keep me from crying

Half of my people still gone in that system

Most ain't alive cause the way that we living

Keep it hundred we stuck to the code

Uh

Screaming out murder she wrote

Free all my niggas and keep who then told

I was down and it was no where to go

Talked to the devil ain't selling my soul

Yea

They screaming three you the goat

Walking through pain they can't tell what I'm on

Living low life but I'm back in my zone

Uh

Started this shit by myself I remember you didn't believe in youngin

Yea

12 off the porch I was hustling

Bitches was laughing I used to be dusty

4 pockets full now they all wanna fuck me

Uh

Hundreds and fifty's I'm thumbing

Momma said get it no time to be wasting

Yea

Remember they said I'd be nothing

Ooh

Posted late nights and that shit left me heartless

Love all my niggas but still gotta watch em

Don't know who been plotting to make me a target

Tell me slow down I ain't paid to be chilling Why they be gangsters just cus of a image Don't gotta act cause we really was in it

Ran from police and was jumping the fences

Now all these niggas be down for the ride

Broke they ain't hit up my line

No royal rumble we stuck on the block

Play and I'm sliding for mine

Thinking bout granny roll up and get high

That marry Jane keep me from crying

Half of my people still gone in that system

Most ain't alive cause the way that we living

Yea

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