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 p y 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 gon heal it
i don't understand these women who go around pretending
as if they really f k with me so i love em all from distance
cause the same b h 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 9's
and all these p y niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
but i can't let em do it
i got murder on my mind
b h i got murder on my mind [bracketed]
i got murder on my mind [bracketed]
i got murder on my mind [bracketed]
i got murder on my mind
i got murder on my mind
yellow tape around his body it's a f king homicide
his face is on a t shirt and his family traumatized
i didn't 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 it's 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 9's
and all these p y niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
but i can't let em do it
i got murder on my mind
b h i got murder on my mind [bracketed]
i got murder on my mind [bracketed]
i got murder on my mind
i got murder on my mind
i got murder on my mind [bracketed]
bite like tarantula b h i'm a animal
melly's a savage no he not no amateur
baby name angela f ked her on camera
b h i'ma murderer
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 [bracketed]
i'm 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 9's
and all these p y niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
but i can't let em do it
i got murder on my mind
b h 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 [bracketed]
