"Murda In His Eyes" lyrics
(Turn me up, YC)
He got murder in his eyes, he ain't tryna get killed so forgive him, God, if he have to sin
I can pop it out
Bodies get to droppin', get twisted ten, he gon' spin again
Niggas hatin', I ain't doin' shit but growin' (Huh?)
Bitches lie to your face, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin')
Don't like ventin' 'cause they look at me differently (Why?)
There was room for me, it's competition now (Damn)
Rather fall back, keep my distance now
I got kids, so I'm on a mission now
Why you hatin'? I thought you was my dog
In them shootouts, I still rocked a top
See, they wanted me to win, they don't want a nigga win no more
Closest niggas changed, I ain't got friends no more (Nah)
Family throwin' shots like they ain't kin no more
Got responsibilities, we ain't kids no more
Mama, look at your son, he was just on BET, I never knew I was gon' get right there (Huh?)
But I knew I couldn't give up, if you fall, nigga, get up, shake this shit off, sit up
Watch your step, don't get shot
Sometimes, I get high and just think 'bout a lot
Death before dishonor, one day, we gotta die
Takin' shit to the grave with me
If you know you gon' die, why you play with me?
If you buck, then I'm buckin', don't play with me (Don't play with me)
Once you let her slide, bitches start skatin' (Skatin')
It been plenty times could've got a DV
Once they get outta line, you gotta get 'em straight
I'll die for this shit, I put thorns on
Nothin' but demons 'round me, they got horns on
Like the Xans, they 'bout to move slow and slow
This a crazy pill, nigga, we ain't slow
I just hit the club, Gucci on (Gucci)
Say she fuck on them people like this my party (This my party, ho)
Better not make the wrong move 'cause I'll take it there (Doo-doo-doo)
Rearrange this bitch, make some space in here (Uh)
This the life of a gangster, I really be livin' the shit niggas rappin' 'bout
I ain't got shit to cap about (Nah)
Put that pressure on niggas, they tappin' out (Damn)
He got murder in his eyes, he ain't tryna get killed so forgive him, God, if he have to sin
I can pop it out
Bodies get to droppin', get twisted ten, he gon' spin again
Niggas hatin', I ain't doin' shit but growin'
Bitches lie to your face, I ain't goin'
Don't like ventin' 'cause they look at me differently
There was room for me, it's competition now
Rather fall back, keep my distance now
I got kids, so I'm on a mission now
Why you hatin'? I thought you was my dog
In them shootouts, I still rocked a top
See, they wanted me to win, they don't want a nigga win no more
Closest niggas changed, I ain't got friends no more
Family throwin' shots like they ain't kin no more
Got responsibilities, we ain't kids no more
He got murder in his eyes, he ain't tryna get killed so forgive him, God, if he have to sin
I can pop it out
Bodies get to droppin', get twisted ten, he gon' spin again
Niggas hatin', I ain't doin' shit but growin' (Huh?)
Bitches lie to your face, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin')
Don't like ventin' 'cause they look at me differently (Why?)
There was room for me, it's competition now (Damn)
Rather fall back, keep my distance now
I got kids, so I'm on a mission now
Why you hatin'? I thought you was my dog
In them shootouts, I still rocked a top
See, they wanted me to win, they don't want a nigga win no more
Closest niggas changed, I ain't got friends no more (Nah)
Family throwin' shots like they ain't kin no more
Got responsibilities, we ain't kids no more
Mama, look at your son, he was just on BET, I never knew I was gon' get right there (Huh?)
But I knew I couldn't give up, if you fall, nigga, get up, shake this shit off, sit up
Watch your step, don't get shot
Sometimes, I get high and just think 'bout a lot
Death before dishonor, one day, we gotta die
Takin' shit to the grave with me
If you know you gon' die, why you play with me?
If you buck, then I'm buckin', don't play with me (Don't play with me)
Once you let her slide, bitches start skatin' (Skatin')
It been plenty times could've got a DV
Once they get outta line, you gotta get 'em straight
I'll die for this shit, I put thorns on
Nothin' but demons 'round me, they got horns on
Like the Xans, they 'bout to move slow and slow
This a crazy pill, nigga, we ain't slow
I just hit the club, Gucci on (Gucci)
Say she fuck on them people like this my party (This my party, ho)
Better not make the wrong move 'cause I'll take it there (Doo-doo-doo)
Rearrange this bitch, make some space in here (Uh)
This the life of a gangster, I really be livin' the shit niggas rappin' 'bout
I ain't got shit to cap about (Nah)
Put that pressure on niggas, they tappin' out (Damn)
He got murder in his eyes, he ain't tryna get killed so forgive him, God, if he have to sin
I can pop it out
Bodies get to droppin', get twisted ten, he gon' spin again
Niggas hatin', I ain't doin' shit but growin'
Bitches lie to your face, I ain't goin'
Don't like ventin' 'cause they look at me differently
There was room for me, it's competition now
Rather fall back, keep my distance now
I got kids, so I'm on a mission now
Why you hatin'? I thought you was my dog
In them shootouts, I still rocked a top
See, they wanted me to win, they don't want a nigga win no more
Closest niggas changed, I ain't got friends no more
Family throwin' shots like they ain't kin no more
Got responsibilities, we ain't kids no more
