Try to convince yourself that you're doing me a favor When not too deep inside you know that it ain't so, oh no So you compete with the arts And your act is climbing up the charts You can pick up a piece of the latest release with ease So easy You pass out credits and pretend to run the show I'd like to think you know I got murder on my mind Got murder on my mind You and your kind are growing fat on others labour You steal candy from kids and pat them on their backs, oh yeah Got what the public demands And the blood of Elvis on your hands You sell it by the drop and every junkie wanna cop some flavor, oh yeah We got a remastered revolution out with bonus tracks Guess you stabbed a few backs I got murder on my mind Got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind That simple thing was meant to help and to heal Somehow recently it lost it's appeal You got it butchered and sold it by the cut But hey, at least you sold a lot First you killed the heartbeat And then you killed the soul Yes, you killed rock and roll I got murder on my mind Got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind Got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind

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 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 you women who go around pretending As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from distance 'Cause the same bitch 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's, Glocks, and .9's 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 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 to the floor, he had 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 I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind AK-47's, MAC-11's, Glocks, and .9's These pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind But I can't let them 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 I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind AK-47's, MAC-11's, Glocks, and .9's These pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind But I can't let them 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 I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind I got murder on my mind

Melly the menace I got out my bag and I went and got me Fucked up environment That's what JGreen said, that's what he said, hey She swallows that dick like a vitamin Young nigga world Melly the menace Fucked up environment (King Wonka beats), hey Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Bitch, I'm from Gifford, that K A to G, that's a fucked up environment (fucked up environment) Chain got attached to more, 3.14, pussy boy ain't no pie in me (no pie in me) Chopper diminish your organs, your penance if you ever lie to me Just like a jail, we gon' sentence him, capture his soul and replenish him (oh, oh, oh) Don't give no fuck 'bout a friend, and fuck that lil' jit, I ain't kin to him (fuck that hoe) Wrap his ass up like salami, and chop his ass up, now we blendin' him (blendin' him) Cook his ass up, we gon' chemist him, ooh, get at him Scorpio move with the stick We gon' catch his ass slippin' and then we gon' finish him (get over here) Break his ass down and diminish him Don't give no fucks 'bout offendin' him These hoes are just alike, I swear they got all of these bitches still synonym Lil biddy bitch, you an antonym (antonym, bitch) How in the fuck is you friends with them? (Friends with the bitch) Bitch, I'm a thug, not a gentleman (facts, facts) Swallow my dick like some cinnamon Swallow my dick like some dinner, man (facts, facts) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman (uh, uh) Fuck Donald Trump and George Zimmerman Ooh, bitch ass nigga don't want no problems Bitch, I'm a menace, I shoot on school premises, fuck the environment (fuck the environment) Glock on my waist, with your bitch in my face, I'm like, "Fuck the society" (fuck the society) You don't want beef, we pull up with them sticks And you gotta go fire him (fire the bitch) I do not care what you talkin' about, all these bitches desire me (bitches desire me) Taraji P. Henson, your bitch gon' Empire me (gon' Empire me) She suck on my neck and my dick, she vampire me (vampire me, bitch) I fuck with JGreen 'cause I know he won't lie to me I fuck with Sakchaser, I know he gon' ride for me We hit a lick for ten bands, that shit like hittin' the lottery (lottery, bitch) We sendin' shots at your man, we do not send no apologies (apology, bitch) I am so high in the sky, think I can study for astrology (astrology, bitch) Bitch ass nigga do not want no beef And he know that I'm straight out the pot with it Oh, oh, straight out the pot with it Oh, Jay Rich go out with Young Malo Yeah, bitch, I'm straight out the pot with it JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot JGreen won't stop, he keep on beatin' the pot Fuck is that young nigga talkin' 'bout? Know that my Glock will demolish him (demolish you, bitch) Pull-up on him and we moppin' then wet his ass up then we polish him (toom, toom-toom) Seen his ass all in public, must've thought that I was gon' say, "Hi" to him (hi to the bitch) I just pulled up, put that fire to him (fire to him) You ridin' with him, then you die with him Fuck what they talkin' 'bout? Pull-up and air it out (air that shit out, bitch) Location turned off, you don't know 'bout our whereabouts (nothin' 'bout my whereabouts, bitch) These bitches opinions somethin' I don't care about (about the bitch) Traphouse, got the baseheads runnin' in and out (in and out the bitch) I was losin' in the race, fuck nigga look who winnin' now (look who winnin', bitch) Run up the money, we run up the commas now (run up the commas now) Givenchy steppin', Louis Ferragamo now (fuck up a check) Don't fuck on these bitches, we fuck on these bitches' mamas now