[Chorus]
Murda murda, word is I'm k**in beats
Murda murda, they searchin' the ville all for me (x4)
You don't want it man, Ima wanted man
You don't want it man, ima ima wanted man (x2)
[Verse 1]
I'm wanted man, cause I murda beats for f**in livin'
So I rep the ville, mob wit my villains
Wanted in my city, yeah I'm a convict
Blowin' up, ah cause I'm the bomb b**h
No lackin' in my stackin' profit maxin'
No relaxin', hulk hogan money so that means I'm stashin'
Hulk on the mic, Matty gonna smash it
In the fast lane but I'm never crashiiiin
Keep on your seatbelt
On the throne, wish ya know how my seat felt
Made for ice, like I'm a curler
Royal flow, pushin further
Boom shocka locka leave the prey for flocka
Put em in a few holes, don't mean da shocka
Cyeah cyeah, they can't handle it
In the dark, they kept a candle lit
But Matty grinds to shine, that's all I know
Same wit da ville, so I call it home
Oh you throwin down, then I call my bros
That's that, the b**hes follow ho
[Chorus]
Murda murda, word is I'm k**in beats
Murda murda, they searchin' the ville all for me (x4)
You don't want it man, Ima wanted man
You don't want it man, ima ima wanted man (x2)
[Verse 2: A.M. Versa]
Grapevine disciples shuffle names like a card game
A.M. Versa, the low key ace of spades
When they exchange words I should be the first out
Forget my whereabouts, who I'm airing out
I know that every track is paramount
But now I'm on to deeper and darker
On my Bruce Wayne
I've been all up in the Bat Cave
Hiding out like I was loose change
Between the cracks in the couch
And in the aftermath of my bout
I drew rain to counteract in the drought
That downpour, upgrade to a much greener phase
I was blazin' McConaughaze thinking of how life has changed
In every way yet not at all
What remains and stays intact is
I'm handsomer than Johnny Cage, can't combat this
The 16th scorpion
Church organs accompany oceans of my work again
Rest in peace to the deceased beats that'll never be resurfacing
America's Most Wanted Men, we murdered em'
[Verse 3]
Watcha know about the way that I ball
Nothin spitta, yeah nothin at all
You run your mouth but never seem to run the track
So me and versa hurt ya, gonna leave ya on your back
Team huddle, we shuffle to play our position
Defeat opposition, eliminate my competition
Murda anything, everything, necessary
You better make more graveyards and cemeteries