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Murda Time

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Murda Time was released on April 28, 2024 by Blvd Boys Music Group/ MOS ENT. as a part of the album 21 Dickerman Vol.2 : Untapped Potential

Song Details

Album21 Dickerman Vol.2 : Untapped Potential

Release DateApril 28, 2024

LabelBlvd Boys Music Group/ MOS ENT.

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Britton Bragg

Songwriter

Lyrics

You gotta do a lot of, like, self-evaluation, and you gotta do a lot of, um, hard decision-making

You know, but you gotta, I think that if you, if you're committed to progress and you're

Committed to success, that you're gonna figure it out based on survival and necessity

Reprogramming, you gotta do more than, more than anything, more than removing yourself

From the environment, you have to mentally reprogram yourself for success

Murders left me traumatized, don't ask me where my mind is at

Homie, when it's murder time, you know where to find me at

**** washed up, I fold them up like it's a laundry mat

Think about the good times, I wish I could rewind them back

Couple hittaz with me, smokin' weed inside his Pontiac

Off pills, geekin', he don't know that we insomniacs

Send him to the deacon, we outside, know where his mommy at

If I catch a bid, no, I ain't trippin' with my commi at

21 Dickerman, these **** know where I be at

Where the party at? We sendin' **** right where God be at

My **** caught two opps, fuck it, that's a party pack

Caught ya homies slippin', where he goin', I need all of that

Had me in the field, makin' plays like I'm a quarterback

And you a peon, call me Dion, how I brought the corner back

Picture **** puttin' me on, ****, I was born to trap

This Pelli Pelli on me, neon, ****, I was born to rap

If you ain't on the shit that we on, **** ain't supportin' that

How you claim you that when you fuck with **** who fuck with rats

**** had to jump me and they still couldn't do nothin'

**** took a loss, so we gotta recoup somethin'

Jumpin' out the woods in the hood, leave the coupe runnin'

Pocket full of crips, said, Mohegan, I blew somethin'

It's probably like two somethin'

The bitch who see me wit down to shoot somethin'

Be careful with your life or you lose somethin'

Don't fuck around, we got plenty weapons to gun him down

Homie, this 40' so big, when I hit the ****, he spun around

Where these **** from The Don't Come around

****, we runnin' town, this for my loyal **** who stuck around

**** playin', I'm tryna up the score

They had me knockin' real polite, now I'm shootin' right through that fuckin' door

I ain't waitin', I'm tryna set it off

And way before this war started, a couple **** had jetted off

Tell the truth, ****, you stole the heat

So when we see you in Delaney's, you lucky you got your ass beat

The game gon' test you, you know what I mean

The game, everything gon' test you is worthwhile

And you gon' make decisions based on what you care about more

And without even being conscious that you gettin' tested, you gon' be gettin' tested

Mama, worry about me, I grabbed the vest

And I ain't scared to die, really its ya

**** who scared to death

Nonnie told me that life is like a test

**** that never study for it, ignore it, and some get laid to rest

When they killed live, I felt depressed

Brody, you had me stressed

Plottin' revenge, ****, I feel possessed

**** checkin' out, but I'm playin' chess

Really, I'm not impressed

Get off my dick, rumors I won't address

When you think about it, I'm really blessed

I know you settin' **** up through the wire, just like you Kanye West

If the work good, I'll make it stretch

And yeah, I threw my dogs sum sticks

But that don't mean that we playin' fetch

****

Written by: Britton Bragg

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