Murder on My Mind

Ain't get to roll no weed, ain't get to roll no Swishers

I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas

Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses

Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching

Everybody acting suspicious, might prolly say that I'm tripping

When I'm alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings

And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget

And I'ma smoke all of my pain away, 'cause that's the only thing that gon' heal it

I don't understand you women who go around pretending

As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from distance

'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride, be the main one who tricking

Got Molly mixed with Promethazine 'cause every time

I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind

AK-47's, MAC-11's, Glocks, and .9's

These pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind

But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind

Bitch, I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide

His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized

I didn't even mean to shoot him, he just caught me by surprise

I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice

His body dropped to the floor, he had teardrops in his eyes

He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die

I told him it's too late my friend, it's time to say, "Goodbye"

And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt

I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind

AK-47's, MAC-11's, Glocks, and .9's

These pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind

But I can't let them do it, I got murder on my mind

Bitch, I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind

I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind