I know that they say it all the time
But I got murder on my mind
And God knows I'm the type to mean it
I feel so loved and hated at the same time
'Cause you're here now
But you weren't when your time was needed
I sit behind the smoke and thank God we ain't broke no more
But even money can't hide the feeling
Real back in style
It's embroidered in the fabric and it's quite befitting
You ain't cut from that type of stitching
'Cause number 1 you don't know how to mind your business
I'm so business minded and my time's a privilege
I mash work solo none of mine's assisted
And when I rap they say it's coming like hieroglyphics
I just wanna get rich so I can buy the building
I know someone gave the drop they was quite specific
Don't come and get shot when the guys are filming
I know that they say it all the time
But I got murder on my mind
And God knows I'm the type to mean it
I feel so loved and hated at the same time
'Cause you're here now
But you weren't when your time was needed
I sit behind the smoke and thank God we ain't broke no more
But even money can't hide the feeling
Real back in style
It's embroidered in the fabric and it's quite befitting
You gotta learn to roll with the punches
No free lunches
They're gonna say you changed
That's the narrative they run with
Sometimes I feel like my growth's just stunted
By narrow minded people
So I gotta blow my own trumpet
You're living for your raps you're just fronting
I know they're gonna front him
'Til someone wants something
Im still the same P who used to get the block pumping
I shoulda been in school but I was on the block bunking
Probably why I had a single cell with a bunk in
Belly just rumbling
When I was just a munchkin
They brang me to the party
And told me bring the guns in
Peanut butter porridge with the lumps in
It's embroidered in my fabric
See my heart all on my sleeve
It's so beautiful and tragic
Na that's my AP
Look closer, full disclosure
Then I've been running rap for 10 years
Inspired all my peers
Shed blood sweat and tears
Never told never scared
Monclers and Nike Airs
They all know I took the stairs
Not the lift, now they're pissed
'Cause there ain't no way I'm getting looked over
When I'm the hood broker
Showed you how to cook coke up
So much heart I be a donor
But it's bleeding like Leona
For that boys mum and all the misery I sold her
Shit I said that already
'Round about the same time when I was kipping at Terry's
Every pound every penny I can give back
Cuh I got my get back already
So when I say that I got murder on my mind I mean
I'm tryna kill rap and redefine the meaning
Defying all the odds I kinda like the feeling
Real back in style that's my kind of dreaming
I'm a freedom writer I mean freedom fighter
Cuh God knows I really had to fight for freedom
I know that they say it all the time
But I got murder on my mind
And God knows I'm the type to mean it
I feel so loved and hated at the same time
'Cause you're here now
But you weren't when your time was needed
I sit behind the smoke and thank God we ain't broke no more
But even money can't hide this feeling
Real back in style
It's embroidered in my fabric and it's quite befitting
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