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This on everything I
I done came too far to look
Lord my soul, you heard me?

Mighty Muhammad, son of
Son of a bitch, one time for my
Tats on my back, on my face
I'm a don, can you relate?
It's never too late, my niggas,
Never say, my niggas is saints
I'm a sinner, God give me my sentence
Labelled a hustler, look at my
One for Black, nigga, one time for Nut, nigga
One time for Gucci, nigga, one time for Cano,
One time for Bizzle, nigga, these my niggas
One time for Trav, nigga, and all them dope

Murder, a mothafuckin'
No you didn't see it but I know you heard it
Blood on the corner, I miss my dawg
I'm just 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'

Is this a drug dream?
'Cause all I ever see is niggas dyin' from
Mansion on the water, home in the
Let the Fed it, it really isn't his
Photograph our endeavors, potential set-ups
See me as a promotion, tax charges,
Confiscated the whips, on flips
Contemplatin' the trip, congregatin' for
Lord knows I'm a sinner, it was in the winter
Eatin' out of the trash, shit make you a killer
Lord forgive these bitches, gettin' money strippin'
Chasin' fast money, next time we'll do it different
Shoutout to KOD, to Onyx nigga
Shoutout to MMG, we the hottest

Murder, a mothafuckin'
No you didn't see it but I know you bitches it
on the corner, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in life he ballin'

Aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my
Niggas to be friends, we just takin' control
Nigga vision the clearest, I get on clearance
Barely fit in a Lambo but did it for the
I seen a rich go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his
Middle of the night, my nigga wanna
I count money for him, that shit just get him hype
They say it's hard to with a double life
In the middle of the night a bloody knife
Lord give him a chance, every man should be
He wanted him a but got him a ki
that door, just hopin' for more
They him a bond, I gave him a Porsche
I him a name, I gave him a shot
I gave him the game, I him a block
on that gas, I be thinkin' too fast
Drug dealer's dream, now let's count cash
boy tatted on my neck
A real boy, I never write a check

Murder, a murder
No you see it but I know you bitches heard it
on the corner, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another he ballin'