MURDRR TALK

It's death to them And I mean no disrespect, you get me?—tch Fuck you been talkin' about? Every fucking week (Fuck 'em up, Krash) And I act like I don't love the hate but I do, you get me? (Fucking with myself, trust, fucking dickhead) Sharpen that knife ting you get me? Real sharp, yeah-yeah, draw me out init, anyone? Fuck it, draw me out, I don't care—tch Dickhead, fuckin' dickhead And I love my brothers but I hate these niggas (Chyeah) If I was God, I would take these niggas I'm lookin' around, who made these niggas? Got the top cut, I'm 'bout to shave these niggas Trust, nobody can save these niggas Dry clean them, I'm 'bout to stain these niggas All I left was the pic', I framed these niggas World-famous, I still can't name these niggas And I love my brothers but I hate these niggas (Chyeah) I got blood in my hands like a sick head (Chyeah) Runnin' 'round late night like a bishead Who I sound like now? You dickheads Who I sound like now? You dickheads This rap shit just ain't for me, I wish that somebody warned me And I just can't be like Stormzy, it's too late, no one can save me I just can't be AJ Tracey, on the stage, I'm covered in Paisley On the stage, I'm covered in blood (Chyeah) Anything I do, they callin' me Thug Anything I do, they callin' me Carti Just call me Giggs, I'm talkin' the hardest Brand new stick, I'm walkin' the hardest Brand new stick, I walk with the army (Chyeah, chyeah) Got a brand new stick, I walk with the army Got a brand new sti—, chyeah I bet you didn't know I was ready for war Bet you didn't know I was ready for war Can't sleep unless I pour up a four Everyone dead, how I settled the score (Chyeah) And I love my brothers but I hate these niggas If I was God, I would take these niggas (Chyeah) I'm lookin' around, who made these niggas? (Huh?) Got the top cut, I'm 'bout to shave these niggas (Dickheads) Trust, nobody can save these niggas (Hey) Dry clean them, I'm 'bout to stain these niggas (Bitch) All I left was the pic', I framed these niggas World-famous, I still can't name these niggas (Chyeah) No drugs, fam That's what was slowin' me down, I was smokin' weed Thinkin' I was cool with you niggas, fam, I'm not I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not I was smokin' weed and fucking think-thinkin' everything was cool and I was cool and I liked it but I don't, I don't I'm fuckin' lying to myself, I don't I'm on my ting, on my own Dickhead