Murder On My Mind - YNW Melly

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

Can't even give her no kisses

Can't even post on my Instagram

Coz these pussy niggas be snitching

Everybody acting suspicious

Might prolly say that I'm trippin

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 Imma smoke all of my pain away

Because that's the only thing that gon' heal it

I don't understand these women who go around pretending

As if they really fuck with me so I love 'em all from a distance

But the same bitch said she down to ride

Be the main one who tricking

Got molly mixed with promethazine 'coz every time

 

I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind

AK-47's MAC-11's, glocks and 9's

And all 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's 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 down to the floor and he got teardrops in his eyes

He grabbed me by the hand 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's, glocks and 9's

And all 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

 

Bite like tarantula, bitch I'm a animal

Melly's a savage, no he not no amatuer

Bad bitch named Angela, fucked her on camera

Bitch I'm a murderer

I might just kill a boy

Don't want to kill a boy

Bake him up, say he want beef we gon' grill the boy

I'm bleeding so good I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy

Haha, murder on my mind, whoa whoa

I got murder on my mind

I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind

 

Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind

AK-47's, MAC-11's, glocks and nines

And all the 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