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,
And I'ma smoke all all of my pain away
'cause that the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women
As if they really fuck with me,
so I love 'em all from a distance
'Cause the same bitch say
be the main one who tricking
Got Molly mixed with Promethazine
AK-47, MAC-11, Glocks, and .9's
And all these pussy niggas
hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
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)
Yellow tape around his body,
and his family's traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot 'em,
he just caught me by surprise
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,
it's time to say, "Goodbye"
And he died inside my arms,
AK-47, MAC-11, Glocks, and .9's
And all these pussy niggas
hating tryna knock me off my grind
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)
Bite like tarantula, bitch, I'm a animal
Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur
Bitch, I'ma murderer (yeah, yeah)
I might just kill the boy
Bake him up, say he want beef,
I'm bleeding so good I might dip his ass
Murder on my mind, whoa-oh
AK-47, MAC-11, Glocks, and .9's
And all these pussy niggas
hating tryna knock me off my grind
it I got murder on my mind
Bitch, I got murder on my mind
(I got murder on my mind)
