Ya Boi TC - MURDER MUSIC lyrics

[Verse 1] Ask me would I die for this I don't mean to get a lil' violent But don't try this in my environment Bustin' at em' just might slip And i don't write this my life is in all words reciting We don't play this its real life kid coming at the Y-town's finest My hood the livest O-state three thirty Ridin' round and I'm gettin' it Stay clean but so dirty No mercy ever been since Move a couple stacks to the 216 I don't give a Never gave one yet got the swag to the max and ill k** your set Known out west Known out east North to the south side know bout me What you know bout streets Talking that heat i can't show no love cus talk is cheap I talk to preach Plan to reach Rapping the facts when i slash the beat I got racks to feed all of my team Bout it bout it like Master P Cats on me like get off me son Rap about it I ain't seeing none All I really see is a bunch of fakes In your face tryna catch a case Workin' up in the kitchen tryna stack up on my money so i call that easy livin' ho [Hook] Man i swear they want that murder music Rap about it but still i don't see em' ever do it But the fakes they write them murder raps So I'mma have to bring murder back Man i swear they want that murder music Rap about it but still i don't see em' ever do it But them fakes they want them murder raps You can come and find me i'll be in the murder cap Man i swear they want that murder music Rap about it but still i don't see em' ever do it But them fakes they want them murder raps I'll be in the murder cap [Verse 2] If y'all wanna find me Y'all already know where i be so don't try me we so lively See me chilling with a dime piece Leave you on the I.V See you when we roll deep See you on your own street on your own block with your own team So where they at Where they at I am asking where they at I'm the youngest in the game put my city on the map See i stay up in the trap God damn i spit that crack I'll give you what you feening say they want that murder rap [Hook] Youngest to be flexin' They say i got connections I'm rollin' in my Cutla** and funding up my selection Pardon all my inspection I'm aiming at your direction If you snitchin' get to jumpin' cus i don't show no discretion No we don't do confessions Switch the number just in case They tell me somebody listening then we might relocate To the spot we got that weight I call it that real-estate If you gettin' outta line I can solve it at my waist