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on everything I love
I done too far to look back
protect my soul, you heard me?

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

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

Is this a drug dealers
'Cause all I ever see is dyin' from disease
Mansion on the water, in the hills
Let the Fed it, it really isn't his
Photograph our endeavors, plottin' set-ups
See me as a promotion, tax charges,
Confiscated the whips, concentratin' on
Contemplatin' the trip, for bricks
Lord knows I'm a sinner, it was cold in the
out of the trash, shit would make you a killer
Lord forgive bitches, gettin' their money strippin'
Chasin' this money, next time we'll do it different
Shoutout to KOD, shoutout to nigga
Shoutout to MMG, we the hottest

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

with hoes, distracted all of my foes
Niggas want to be friends, we just control
Nigga vision the clearest, I get shooters on
Barely fit in a but did it for the appearance
I a rich nigga go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his
Middle of the night, my wanna Skype
I just count money for him, that just get him hype
They say it's to smile with a double life
In the middle of the night with a knife
Lord give him a chance, every man be free
He wanted him a but got him a ki
Open door, just hopin' for more
They him a bond, I gave him a Porsche
I gave him a name, I him a shot
I gave him the game, I gave him a
Smokin' on gas, I be thinkin' too fast
Drug dealer's dream, now let's count this
boy tatted on my neck
A real dope boy, I never write a

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