CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Murder Rate Freestyle

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, wе made it
Look in the mirror my eyеs 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 pass 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