CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Keep Save (Murder Rate + Freestyle)
Wheezy outta here
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the f**k up, I can't concentrate (Huh, sh*t, yeah)
If he try me today, he gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter a**ist, shot a fade away (Hoo, sh*t, yeah)
I be up working all night and day
Your b*t*h swallow my d**k, said she proud of me
No one knew me, now b*t*hes surrounding me
Ain't no new me, I won't ever change, oh
All my n***as, they really stay down for me
Double R SUV and a Range Rove'
I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed
Weezy F madе it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it
I love thе money so much, I'ma marry it
Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian
He don't want beef, that n***a vegetarian
Gun with a silencer, like a librarian
I be the reason all these b*t*hes staring
She swallow my kids, not good at parenting
Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I don't buy a car, I put it on my wrist (Gleam, gleam)
Rocking red, just like Popovich
Shooting like Stockton, ain't nobody stopping it
They pocket watching, ain't nobody robbin' this
Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh-ooh)
My n***as coming for you (Ooh)
My n***as coming for you (Ooh)
Ain't no telling what they gon' do
Catch you at the red light, pull up, vroom
She ride my d**k like a witch on a broom
When he walked in, we smell b*t*h in the room
Ayy, shoot that dude
Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the f**k up, I can't concentrate (Huh, sh*t, yeah)
If he try me today, he gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter a**ist, shot a fade away (Hoo, sh*t, yeah)
I be up working all night and day
Your b*t*h swallow my d**k, said she proud of me
No one knew me, now b*t*hes surrounding me
Ain't no new me I won't ever change, oh
All my n***as, they really stay down for me
Double R, SUV and a Range Rove'
I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed
Freestyle on Instagram Live, b*t*h I'm getting this money, I stack it
Heartbreak music, it happens
I thank God I made it at rappin'
Like a poetry slam, I be snappin'
I'm sick of these goofies reactin'
They just wanna get a reaction
But see, I can't let that sh*t happen
I'ma speak on the real sh*t, problems that nobody don't want to speak on
Problems that every single one of us deal with, uh
Just tell the devil to be gone
Look in the mirror, like n***a, we on
I feel like Drake, cause n***a, we made it
Look in the mirror my eyes is red, it's hellfire, like my n***a, I'm faded
F**k is you sayin', run up on me, then I'm sprayin'
But I really hate all the violence
See, I'm from Chicago where n***as be killing to kill
We'll kill to keep 'em quiet
And it's just a problem, I got to solve it
I don't got the answers
I just been lurking, anxiety, tweaking
It got me geekin', it got me shakin'
Don't know what I'm doin' but f**k it, I do it
F**k it, I ball like I'm Kobe
I'm in the 4th like Ginóbili
You know what you told me
They told me time is money so I need APs and a Rollie, ayy
Run up on me, boy you phony
I may just go pa** the gun to my homie, ayy
I got snaked on by my brodie, and I know it, haha
Ayy, yeah
I'ma add you to the murder rate, yeah
I'm the sh*t and these n***as, they constipate, ha, yeah
Choppa f**kin' the n***a, no masturbate
Pull up on 'em then he just may die today
But I'm not tryna make no one cry today
Yeah
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the f**k up, I can't concentrate (Huh, sh*t, yeah)
If he try me today, he gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter a**ist, shot a fade away (Hoo, sh*t, yeah)
I be up working all night and day
Your b*t*h swallow my d**k, said she proud of me
No one knew me, now b*t*hes surrounding me
Ain't no new me, I won't ever change, oh
All my n***as, they really stay down for me
Double R SUV and a Range Rove'
I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed
Weezy F madе it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it
I love thе money so much, I'ma marry it
Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian
He don't want beef, that n***a vegetarian
Gun with a silencer, like a librarian
I be the reason all these b*t*hes staring
She swallow my kids, not good at parenting
Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances
I got a Lamborghini from the dealership
If I don't buy a car, I put it on my wrist (Gleam, gleam)
Rocking red, just like Popovich
Shooting like Stockton, ain't nobody stopping it
They pocket watching, ain't nobody robbin' this
Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh-ooh)
My n***as coming for you (Ooh)
My n***as coming for you (Ooh)
Ain't no telling what they gon' do
Catch you at the red light, pull up, vroom
She ride my d**k like a witch on a broom
When he walked in, we smell b*t*h in the room
Ayy, shoot that dude
Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool
Yeah
I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah)
Shut the f**k up, I can't concentrate (Huh, sh*t, yeah)
If he try me today, he gon' die today
On my knees, I been praying for brighter days
Got the meter a**ist, shot a fade away (Hoo, sh*t, yeah)
I be up working all night and day
Your b*t*h swallow my d**k, said she proud of me
No one knew me, now b*t*hes surrounding me
Ain't no new me I won't ever change, oh
All my n***as, they really stay down for me
Double R, SUV and a Range Rove'
I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed
Freestyle on Instagram Live, b*t*h I'm getting this money, I stack it
Heartbreak music, it happens
I thank God I made it at rappin'
Like a poetry slam, I be snappin'
I'm sick of these goofies reactin'
They just wanna get a reaction
But see, I can't let that sh*t happen
I'ma speak on the real sh*t, problems that nobody don't want to speak on
Problems that every single one of us deal with, uh
Just tell the devil to be gone
Look in the mirror, like n***a, we on
I feel like Drake, cause n***a, we made it
Look in the mirror my eyes is red, it's hellfire, like my n***a, I'm faded
F**k is you sayin', run up on me, then I'm sprayin'
But I really hate all the violence
See, I'm from Chicago where n***as be killing to kill
We'll kill to keep 'em quiet
And it's just a problem, I got to solve it
I don't got the answers
I just been lurking, anxiety, tweaking
It got me geekin', it got me shakin'
Don't know what I'm doin' but f**k it, I do it
F**k it, I ball like I'm Kobe
I'm in the 4th like Ginóbili
You know what you told me
They told me time is money so I need APs and a Rollie, ayy
Run up on me, boy you phony
I may just go pa** the gun to my homie, ayy
I got snaked on by my brodie, and I know it, haha
Ayy, yeah
I'ma add you to the murder rate, yeah
I'm the sh*t and these n***as, they constipate, ha, yeah
Choppa f**kin' the n***a, no masturbate
Pull up on 'em then he just may die today
But I'm not tryna make no one cry today
Yeah
