MurdererxLanlawd

(album: Pressure - 2022)

Do we make ourselves accessible to the hood because we want— we want to show the hood, you know, how much that we care, and want to be there for our community?
And it's like— it's topsy-turvy, because, like, we wanna love our hood, because that's where we come from
But, do we wanna keep it that real to that point where we so accessible that the danger for us is just— is just– it could happen, you know?
And it's— it's just— it's just scary, man, it ain't good on no level

Murderer, gun de pon wa shoulder
Extra clip in all the holster
Murderer, put you pon a poster
'Cause the streets is getting colder
Murderer, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Murderer

Yeah, I don't wanna be a soldier
But I keep sniper rifle under the sofa
Back the fuck up, why are you tryna get closer?
I'm paranoid, if I decide you gotta go, bro, it's over
I trust no nigga, I trust no bitch, my nigga, I don't even trust me sometimes
And now they be so fucked up, I wonder if tomorrow is what I'm gon' see sometimes
Why should I pass up a chance to make my enemies D-E-A-D? One time
I'm riding with the Draco, riding with the AR pistol, I'm riding with the choppa
Better take cover when I come around the corner, I fuck shit up, better be riding with the doctor
I'm talking 'bout really in the car with ya, yeah, you got the right one bitch, I'ma go to war with ya
I don't wanna blow your motherfucking head off your shoulders, I'd rather get you in the ring and spar with ya
'Cause if it's beef, it's on sight, and I ain't gon' stop it if you got your lil' girl or lil' boy with ya
'Cause I'm a murderer

Murderer, gun de pon wa shoulder
Extra clip in all the holster
Murderer, put you pon a poster
'Cause the streets is getting colder
Murderer, gun de pon wa shoulder
Extra clip in all the holster
Murderer, put you pon a poster
'Cause the streets is getting colder
Murderer, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah)
Murderer (Yeah)

I promise I don't wanna be a killer, I just wanna be regular
When I see one of my people, just wanna see my people, not a competitor
We are addicted to violence, overdosing on the shit like we can't get enough
Soon as a real nigga say, "Put that gun down," fuck nigga, like, fuck that, pick it up
It's yellow tape everywhere now
It ain't safe out here, gotta keep the thang on me everywhere now
Just wanna see the kids make it back home from school, so fuck the honor role, we don't even care now
Can't even look at a bad bitch, might get your head blown off for it, so you really can't stare now
It really fucked me up 'cause ain't nobody building out here, all these motherfuckers wanna do is tear down
And I gotta be with it if I don't wanna get caught up in it, 'cause they'll do me too
If I gotta do a meet-and-greet, you gotta get a full-body search before I meet you (Real, though)
These niggas will shoot ya for nothing, these young niggas don't feel nothing, like touching [?] (Ayy)
So I don't feel a thing, either, I stay ready to give somebody a new hat stop
'Cause I'm a motherfucking murderer

Murderer, gun de pon wa shoulder
(Keep that thing on me, nigga)
Extra clip in all the holster
Murderer, put you pon a poster
(Hell nah, I mean, I ain't tryna hurt nobody, though)
'Cause the streets is getting colder
(I ain't finna let nobody come take me out, though)
Murderer, gun de pon wa shoulder (Shit)
Extra clip in all the holster
(Love my people, they love me a lil' bit more, though, you dig?)
Murderer, put you pon a poster
'Cause the streets is getting colder
(Fuck that shit, man, it's coming together like a bra strap in the back)
Murderer, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
(They ain't killing us all the motherfucking time, we gon' smarten up)
Murderer

And stop killing us all the motherfucking time
Stop aiming your motherfucking gun at me, nigga, and I'll stop aiming mine at you, you dig?