| Get to roll no...
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| Ayy, I'm in the studio, bro
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| Oh, nah, yeah, call me, ball me
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| Yeah, I'll... bet
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| Yeah, I'm at the studio, hold up though
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| I ain't get to roll no weed, I ain't get to roll no Swishers
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| I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas
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| Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses
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| Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching
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| Everybody acting suspicious, might probably say that I'm tripping
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| When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
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| And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget
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| And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that's the only thing that gon' heal it
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| I don't understand these women who go around pretending
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| As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from a distance
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| 'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride be the main one who tricking
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| Got Molly mixed with promethazine 'cause every time
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| I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
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| AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
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| And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
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| But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
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| Bitch, I got murder on my mind (Bitch, I got murder on my mind)
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| I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
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| I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
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| I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
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| Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide
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| His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized
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| I didn't even mean to shoot him, he just caught me by surprise
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| I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
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| His body dropped down to the floor and he got teardrops in his eyes
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| He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
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| I told him it's too late, my friend, it's time to say goodbye
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| And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt
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| Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
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| AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
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| And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
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| But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
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| Bitch, I got murder on my mind (Bitch, I got murder on my mind)
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| I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
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| I got murder on my mind
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| I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
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| (I got murder on my mind)
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| Bite like tarantula, bitch, I'm an animal
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| Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur
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| Bad bitch named Angela, fucked her on camera
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| Bitch I'm a murderer (Yeah, yeah)
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| I might just kill the boy, don't wanna kill the boy
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| Bake him up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
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| (Grill the boy, we gonna grill the boy)
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| I'm bleeding so good, I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
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| Haha, murder on my mind, whoa, whoa
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| I got murder on my mind (On my mind)
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| I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind, huh
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| Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
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| AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
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| And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
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| But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
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| Bitch, I got murder on my mind
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| I got murder on my mind
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| I got murder on my mind
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| I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
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| (Murder on my mind)
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh
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| Young Nigga World, bitch
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| Whoa-oh-oh-oh |