[Verse 1] I ain't get to roll no weed, ain't get to roll no swishers I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching Everybody acting suspicious, might prolly say that I'm tripping When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that the only thing that gone' heal it I don't understand these women who go around pretending As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from a distance 'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride be the main one who tricking Got Molly mixed with promethazine cause every time
[Chorus] I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks and 9s And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind Bitch I got murder on my mind (bitch I got murder on my mind) I got murder on my mind (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
[Verse 2] Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized I didn't even mean to shoot him, 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 got teardrops in his eyes He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die I told 'em it's too late my friend, it's time to say "Goodbye" And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt
[Chorus] Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9s And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind Bitch I got murder on my mind (bitch I got murder on my mind) I got murder on my mind (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
[Verse 3] Bite like tarantula, bitch I'm a animal Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur Bad bitch named Angela, fucked her on camera Bitch I'm a murderer (yeah, yeah) I might just kill the boy, don't wanna kill the boy Bake 'em up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy (Grill the boy, we gonna grill the boy) I'm bleeding so good, I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy Hahahahahah, murder on my mind, whoa I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
[Chorus] Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks and 9s And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind But I can't 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 Murder on my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
