I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
Mo you going crazy
Man, I walk up to the pastor, I got murder on my mind
I wanna kill some demons, tell me, would that be a crime
He said, if I plan it out, then I'd probably be just fine
But my heart would turn to stone, he could see it in my eyes
My cuz incarcerated, I wish I could do his time
I've been praying every morning, I've been praying every night
Talk to God soon as I'm up, I talk to God before I go to bed
Many times he saved my life, cause all these goofies want me dead
I was 14 gon' crash out, I started cashing out instead
You ain't ugly, you just broke, need to get your ass some bread
Free my brudda before he go in, I'm like why don't you go on the run?
He like, nah, I'ma do that time, there ain't shit that I run from
Mama text me that she love me, I'm like, ma, I love you too
Sorry for all the pain I caused, it was me it wasn't you
Boy I came up moving different, had matured at a young age
I wish I could go back, snatch up all the f*cks that I done gave
So many things I did in life, I'm have to take it to the grave
I was out here wilding out, to that lust I was a slave
Ain't no telling where I'm going, like I just moved to the state
All I know, I'm gon' be great, I'ma do whatever it take
I prayed in private, and God reward me openly
When I feel like I got nothing left, he put some more in me
Pushing on my buttons, try your best, but you ain't controlling me
Mess with all these artist's but there ain't an ounce of hoe in me
I'm the type to give more than I should, type to give more cause I could
Ten toes down I'm always good enough
No silver spoon straight from the hood
They like, why you ain't turn out?
I got bigger dreams, came bigger things
Like, look how I move now
I seen shorties get jumped in then run away, didn't get they outs
I was 14, starting in high school sleeping on my uncle's couch
Switching homes, bags with clothes
Eighteen years old, I made it out
Take your shoes off when you come in
Bring no mud up in my house
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I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
Mo you going crazy
Man, I walk up to the pastor, I got murder on my mind
I wanna kill some demons, tell me, would that be a crime
He said, if I plan it out, then I'd probably be just fine
But my heart would turn to stone, he could see it in my eyes
My cuz incarcerated, I wish I could do his time
I've been praying every morning, I've been praying every night
Talk to God soon as I'm up, I talk to God before I go to bed
Many times he saved my life, cause all these goofies want me dead
I was 14 gon' crash out, I started cashing out instead
You ain't ugly, you just broke, need to get your ass some bread
Free my brudda before he go in, I'm like why don't you go on the run?
He like, nah, I'ma do that time, there ain't shit that I run from
Mama text me that she love me, I'm like, ma, I love you too
Sorry for all the pain I caused, it was me it wasn't you
Boy I came up moving different, had matured at a young age
I wish I could go back, snatch up all the f*cks that I done gave
So many things I did in life, I'm have to take it to the grave
I was out here wilding out, to that lust I was a slave
Ain't no telling where I'm going, like I just moved to the state
All I know, I'm gon' be great, I'ma do whatever it take
I prayed in private, and God reward me openly
When I feel like I got nothing left, he put some more in me
Pushing on my buttons, try your best, but you ain't controlling me
Mess with all these artist's but there ain't an ounce of hoe in me
I'm the type to give more than I should, type to give more cause I could
Ten toes down I'm always good enough
No silver spoon straight from the hood
They like, why you ain't turn out?
I got bigger dreams, came bigger things
Like, look how I move now
I seen shorties get jumped in then run away, didn't get they outs
I was 14, starting in high school sleeping on my uncle's couch
Switching homes, bags with clothes
Eighteen years old, I made it out
Take your shoes off when you come in
Bring no mud up in my house
I got murder on my mind
Mo you going crazy
Man, I walk up to the pastor, I got murder on my mind
I wanna kill some demons, tell me, would that be a crime
He said, if I plan it out, then I'd probably be just fine
But my heart would turn to stone, he could see it in my eyes
My cuz incarcerated, I wish I could do his time
I've been praying every morning, I've been praying every night
Talk to God soon as I'm up, I talk to God before I go to bed
Many times he saved my life, cause all these goofies want me dead
I was 14 gon' crash out, I started cashing out instead
You ain't ugly, you just broke, need to get your ass some bread
Free my brudda before he go in, I'm like why don't you go on the run?
He like, nah, I'ma do that time, there ain't shit that I run from
Mama text me that she love me, I'm like, ma, I love you too
Sorry for all the pain I caused, it was me it wasn't you
Boy I came up moving different, had matured at a young age
I wish I could go back, snatch up all the f*cks that I done gave
So many things I did in life, I'm have to take it to the grave
I was out here wilding out, to that lust I was a slave
Ain't no telling where I'm going, like I just moved to the state
All I know, I'm gon' be great, I'ma do whatever it take
I prayed in private, and God reward me openly
When I feel like I got nothing left, he put some more in me
Pushing on my buttons, try your best, but you ain't controlling me
Mess with all these artist's but there ain't an ounce of hoe in me
I'm the type to give more than I should, type to give more cause I could
Ten toes down I'm always good enough
No silver spoon straight from the hood
They like, why you ain't turn out?
I got bigger dreams, came bigger things
Like, look how I move now
I seen shorties get jumped in then run away, didn't get they outs
I was 14, starting in high school sleeping on my uncle's couch
Switching homes, bags with clothes
Eighteen years old, I made it out
Take your shoes off when you come in
Bring no mud up in my house
Writer: Mockton Cuadra
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