Lyrics:
some man's daughter
Arrest all three for murder
Or at least manslaughter
I was raised by strong black women
Raising two to know what's fair
But when
remorse
Two ways you're gonna die, I give you the choice
Black magic, white power
I don't know who you're after
Days go by so fast I don't know I kind
(Woahh, yeahh)
I skip bitches by the 2 (Yeahhh, yeahhh)
Can't fuck all the time
Cause what else is left to do?
(Oooh, oooh)
(Oooh, oooh)
Yeah I know (I
inside a nigga-rigged time machine
Powered by bones of those
Who choose to survive by violent means
Plain sight, or hiding behind the scene
Whose
see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
don't even need to write
Or switch the flow you niggas know I ain't
Murder Fluke or Cicero i'm way sicker yo
So who ever supposed to be nice
Get two
halos halos
Watch this nigga, the boy that died, a king called Prince
Just like me but I got the chance to grow into AkinG
I was raised by two immigrant
me, it's bed time This the same fuckin' song, and you still a dead guy
Niggas bitch made, one, two, three, four, five By the time I get to ten, them
I'll punish some,
Bitch ass nigga be talking out his neck like I won't pull a murder one,
Come around my section we got that pressure bitch we been
Fish scale by the gram run you bout a C note
Niggaz weenies tucking chains like they spotted Deebo
Every line I kill shit cause its murder he wrote
It's
sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers out with two head with
Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
Step by step
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
he did
Condemned by the church for using Black Magic and the court for murder
Rais was executed where he was simultaneously hanged and burned
[Chorus
human feelings (huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)
the law
Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everything to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
You fruit cocktails
I got scavengers
My two hot shells
Genuine was so ages
I'm a Capricorn
I'm so persuasive
Flow like space ships
And dip like
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
see-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching
Unh! I bring you murder in the first
And even as we speak we gettin further in this verse
With no further adieu I do what I respect
Doom got me
I put two hoes on the same flight (Whew)
Cooked up ten bricks in the same pot (Work)
I shot four niggas, the same Glock (Bop, bop, bop)
Too many
how many horses live official
I run with generals who flash Uzis in interviews
My shit is deep, we fly, swiming, dude
Verse two gotta be all murder
That's him in the corner of social oblivion
Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom
That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges
Buried in
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
I'm like two for three tonight
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
I'm different
Me, I'ma grow up a dog
Go through Securus, I slow up the call
than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
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