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Murder on my hands They don't understand

Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)

Murder on my hands They don't understand

Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)

Murder on my hands

They don't understand nighas shooting crosses

Ran up some bands, shot up out of town

Now I'm with some bosses

Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya

And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin

I done got crossed out

By the same people that done told me they love me

I done got stabbed in the back by the same people that tried to hug me

Now you come back with ya hands out when you was just saying fuck me

You know I'm the same nigga risk my life for you

When you really didn't trust me

You put me in situations, no anticipating had to handle that business

I pray that God clear me from that sin

Cause I had to none of yo business

You spoke on my name in some places

Could've had a nigga gone for a long time

But look at a nigha back home doing good

Guess You tried at the wrong time

Had to get a little money shit was getting crazy

Sacrificing time for my daughter

Ran through some money

Couldn't keep a job

Shit was really getting out of order

My hands got bloody

Trying to cover tracts

Really I was making it worse

Win one time then I lose twice

Feel like a nigga got a curse

Murder on my hands They don't understand

Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)

Murder on my hands They don't understand

Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)

Murder on my hands

They don't understand nighas shooting crosses

Ran up some bands, shot up out of town

Now I'm with some bosses

Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya

And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin

They made my heart cold like a glacier

I done got crossed out bout some paper

I done got over dosed by a waitress

I know my time coming I ain't waiting

I know they down bad and they hating

I'm on a level niggas wanna get on

I got that drop the shit that you can't sit on

Take out that nigga while he put the fit on

My nigga still fighting cases

I got my brother trying to lace me

I know it's fuck me I had to face it

Hey, I took flight

Got niggas praying for they life

I know the struggle ain't right

Some of your family ain't right

Where you was at when I was down

Nobody ever paid me attention

Now everybody come around

Where you was at when I was in the trenches

I got scares on my heart

Got me watching my friends

If I Ever loved u I'm gone love you till the end

Murder on my hands They don't understand

Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)

Murder on my hands They don't understand

Nighas shooting crosses (ayyyyeeee)

Murder on my hands

They don't understand nighas shooting crosses

Ran up some bands, shot up out of town

Now I'm with some bosses

Dedicate this to momma, I give her the word Fuck with her I off ya

And gone pay for ya funeral, put some money in yo hand at the coffin