作曲 : YNW Melly
I ain't get to roll no w**d,
I ain't get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my homies
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 b**ches be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious
Might probably 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's 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 a distance
'Cause the same b**ch 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
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these p***y b**ches hating,
Tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
B**ch, 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
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 him,
He just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol
C**ked 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 him it's too late, my friend
It's time to say goodbye
And he died inside my arms
Blood all on my shirt
Wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these p***y b**ches hating,
Tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
B**ch, 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