I aint get to roll no weed, aint get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas, aint get to see my niggas
Aint get to hug my mama, couldnt even give her no kisses
Cant even post on my Instagram cause these pussy niggas be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious, might prolly say that Im tripping
When Im all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud, dont pass me no midget
And Ima smoke all of my pain away cause that the only thing that gon heal it
I dont understand these 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
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9s
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I cant 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 (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, its a fucking homicide
His face is on a T-Shirt and his family traumatized
I didnt even mean to shoot em, he just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he had teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told em its too late my friend, its 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
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9s
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I cant 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 (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)
Bite like tarantula, bitch Im a animal
Mellys a savage, no he not no amateur
Baby name Angela, fucked her on camera
Bitch Ima murderer
I might just kill the boy
Dont wanna kill the boy
Bake em up, say he want beef, we gon grill the boy
Grill the boy (grill the boy)
Im bleeding so good I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
Murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9s
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I cant 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 (I got murder on my mind)