I wake up in the morning, I got murder on my mind
AK-47's, MAC-11, Glocks, and nines
And all these pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it, I got murder on my mind
Can you stand the pain, stand the rain?
I'm insane, but somehow you ease the pain
Had the key to your heart, but you switched the vault
Damn, I thought you the one, but lil' baby, I thought
I'm not playing fair with my love no more
Feelings I just can't ignore
Tryna walk a narrow straight path is a battle
Kinda hard to walk when you're chained in shackles
My soul bleeds through these four walls
My heart aches after phone calls
So it's never a wrong time to slang that iron
And I gotta shoot first 'cause I know that these pussy plottin' on killin' me
And I really don't feel the way I once felt about school
Ma it's not you, it's me, I'm
Just so fucked 'bout this street
