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Murda
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Murda was released on February 26, 2016 by Untouchable Records STL LLC as a part of the album Gang Season
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Release DateFebruary 26, 2016
LabelUntouchable Records STL LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.R.
J.R.
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Johnson
Brian Johnson
Producer

Lyrics

Only real survive with me, is who the fuck gon' ride with me.
 Tech, skis, L.A., Rico, the shop.
 Dang, wrong, dreams, Ro G, me, it's the family.
 I got money on my mind, ****.
 Before I go, I'm changing lives, ****.
 But it seems I'm running out of time, ****.
 Feel like death, standing right behind a ****.
 Turn around, I'm stirring in the face of evil.
 Grab the iron and point the reaper at the reaper.
 Pray to God, repent if you hurt one of my people.
 But don't let that shit mislead you.
 Somebody getting murdered.
 Respect my **** or get murdered.
 We bout that murder.
 It's found for life, life's get taken from my family.
 My city raised me, it made me, you can't get mad at me.
 My life jumped off a natural bridge into catastrophe.
 I turned a Sunday in the park into a tragedy.
 This how it has to be, these suckers all around ya.
 And as soon as you come up, they tryna down ya.
 I'm in the closest ones you tryna cut that cabbage with.
 Soon as you show your back, them **** stabbing it.
 Or J's who take that front end, know you got that weight on ya.
 And now they calling the police to avoid paying ya.
 That's how it goes around here.
 I'm from the city of hate, ain't no love shown around here.
 So many gunshots sound like July 4th around here.
 And if the 12 asking questions, no one knows around here.
 But show me state of mind, you see what's on my brain now.
 St. Louis dirty, the nation gon' know the game now.
 I put me on, so it's time to bring the gang out.
 Stay the fuck out of our lane or somebody get murdered.
 Murdered.
 Respect my **** or get murdered.
 Murdered.
 We about that murder.
 Murdered.
 Respect my **** or get murdered.
 Man, these **** funny as shit, B.
 You see me coming up, see me shining.
 Wanna hate me.
 My own city.
 But it's my city, ****.
 You need to thank me.
 It's J.R.
 I do this shit for my people, my family, my kids.
 The gang.
 The gang.
 For this music.
 Murdered.
Written by: Joshua Ryan
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