The murder rate in the District of Columbia is skyrocketing over years that have not been seen in nearly 10 decades

According to the Metropolitan Police Department, there have been 214 homicides this year

That is up a whopping 38% over last year

Vehicle thefts are up 106

Total violent crime has come up to 37% among those killed in the last year

Stop playing

Go

Gas out the way, little ****

I've got years on my head, little bro

I ain't trying to go back

Just came home, ****

Still pushing up packs

Ain't no bluffing my rhyme, little ****

I ain't counting

I was over the jail when the knife in my side

You thinking I'm bluffing

I'm calling Lil' Chuck

Now I'm back on the block and I'm toting his Glock

He got hit with the Cinder

I know you gon drop

He got hit with that drink

He ain't making it flood

Do you know how it feel to get hit with this chunk

Do you even know what it is

How I suffer my blood

He know what it is

He know the fact of my heart

And I've been catching bags

Got the hood on lock

And it's real

All the men got to soak this up

Men playing my merch

I ain't talking all or nothing

He talking about a chance we've been there

That put the pounds on the road

We've been since then

He talking about a 10

I've been since then

How you spend all the 10

You ain't even hit back

Don't speak of my name

You gon feel it's black

You know I'm a man

I die by respect

You speaking on freak

I see where you at

And I'm calling my youngins

They trying to go stash

He talking like shit

He trapped on the net

I ain't posting no bags

They coming for that

Cool 21 months

Little ****, I'm back

And this recipe's mine

I'm crying for that

I sold my soul for you to come back

You done made you a song

I know you proud of that

And this recipe's nasty

I'm stepping for that

Just hit this corner

Little bro go toe

Better plan on the back

Cause these **** be stroking

And he know what he did

He can't stand no over

And if he was over the jail, I was going to walk him down the pole

Girl, he died off of blues

That **** was cold

He ain't stepping for his man

All he did was poke

Boy, I'm your man

You ain't stepping for your soul

When it comes to the men

I'll hop out of tow

And I say it again

I was trying to get by

And I love all the men

They know what I got

You ain't stepping for your man

You know who shot

They threw up a post in the month

They forgot

Been riding the strikes

You know that we got

What's deep in the club

I was trying to go slide

He got hit in the shit

And the bitch trying to hide

Bitch, get out the way

I'm trying to go down

He got hit with his chop

Little ass ass drown

And we closing his cash

You should've seen how they found him

Go

Back it off the way

Young ****, I'm coming

Little bro trying to drop off a hundred

Bad player with cash on him

And I took me a fight

I'm the face of the 10

They know who run

Just give me the word

They'll come through

Don't be going to tell on

They're going to be covered

The bad law

You know, we got my 10 block

These ****

Little three trying to hop out the whip and go

Keep a block in my arm

I use no hope

I love that

They were speaking up

And they fuck with the ticket

They know we got

I'll be fucking a good

Let's see what is

Oh, let's go

I think it's a bummer