Wes Fif
Текст песни Murda Murda Murda

I'm riding through that O in a hoodie looking for Zimmerman
Only this time I'm the fucking trigger man
Fuck stay on your grand, that shit is scam
It's war on auto, creeping crackers, I don't give a damn
And by crackers I mean police, you black, white or purple
Nowadays a badge can pass for murder, that shit unheard of
These jests would rather smoke than go and vote and I can't blame them
Outside their windows it's so fucked up and it's no explaining
You can't contain me, I'm a beast, partner
And I'mma only speak the truth to say the least, partner

This that fly shit, nigga, and you can try but you're not a fit, nigga, no
They say it's levels to this jeet, I got a shovel for that ditch
I'm big when I do away with all this sucker shit
You can either be the problem or solution, you chose
And I feel for my son, they killing over new shoes
Jay say it's new rules, I say it's new school
Ain't got the slightest idea where to go, they so confused
They think the top is a time piece filled with rocks
They are lighting up the block, neighborhood watch