D. Lew - MURDER ON MY MIND (feat. Fpscoot) Lyrics

Feel it's murder on my mind catch a hat or get a face
Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate
These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate
She gone f*ck round if she want then say she not yeah that's the bait

Feel it's murder on my mind catch a hat or get a face
Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate
These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate
She gone f*ck round if she want then say she not yeah that's the bait

Member hoes was hatin on me but I'm up now
Same hoes like a diamond presi getting bussed down
I found out what'll make a nigga chill it's the gun sounds
The ones who said I couldn't blow off rap showing love now
I can smell right through his fit that they cap like a bloodhound
Life a hoolahoop what goes around know it come around
Why the real ones gotta go it ain't been the same since we lost Al
Dukes can read it on my face say its pain behind a smile
But through the rain I see sunny days
Had to leave the city headed to the H
Finna go get paid today
This that pain lay deep inside it cut deep just like a razor blade
This ain't nothin new been getting money since a taper fade
I grew up wit my brothers you couldn't catch me without jihad and tai
I'm my sister keeper play round wit her ima chop a face
If one was swingin we all workin everybody got a job in place
Some shit I think about smoke my pain an fill da wood wit shake

Feel it's murder on my mind catch a hat or get a face
Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate
These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate
She gone f*ck round if she want then say she not yeah that's the bait

Feel it's murder on my mind catch a hat or get a face
Tired of losing real niggas while these fake ones perpetrate
These niggas crashing bout bout a bitch thats some shit I cant relate
She gone f*ck round if she want then say she not yeah that's the bait
And I ain't never first to tweak but hop right on it if it's that
Every nigga before they died swear to God that they ain't lack
Press a button spin around think he caught one in his back
I like leaving niggas stranded ain't no way he coming back
You ever close a nigga lid that mean I left one in his hat
If it's smoke that's what it is ion do the chits or chats
Get one mind I need his fam I ain't goin tit for tat
Type to leave him where he layin ain't really fond of spinnin back
Graduate walk the stage he went down didn't get his cap
For every gullet that hit blood triple that I'm sending back
All black ski chop you know I'm layer up in the back
Fell in love with hitting heads and the sound when that bitch clap
Everyday I wake up I go out and get some money
And every time this bitch ring my face light up like it's sunny
And that shit that they didn't hated that for sunny
Niggas fake for ten years cause they wanna fit that tummy
If I was Mitch I would've killed everybody f*ck the money
Ayy, ayy, if I was Mitch I would've killed everybody f*ck the money
For my son f*ck the money