It's confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken puzzle
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus
Shit, they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
You hear me, I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me
'Cause food was missin' and my tattoos tell a story
Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one
'Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head
And fightin' at night behind bars the devil hit me wit a murder charge
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
I was dealt some bad cards, he's fightin' in school yards
And now they wanna take my place
I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me
Deadly sounds right back at ya
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
It's like them cockroaches got you trained, just like a bitch
I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory
Gettin' letters and pictures, I know they people miss em'
I know he see me, I'm runnin' but I ain't movin'
Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
Ain't no since in you fakin' with me
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin'
Them back stabba's, blucka blucka, I'mma get you sucka
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
What you love to see me stressin'?
Come meet me in the projecets 'cause it's a set up
They don't feel my pain but they gone feel my presence
They don't want this chorus, all they want is Murder
And the only way to stop, watch him get wet up
They don't want this chorus all they want is Murder
That's what it seem
And I've been stressin' since a adolescent
Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question
It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I learned the game
We love to smoke as I recall I heard you mention my name
"Who do I believe in really?", I put my faith in God
And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James
Can't stop none of this?
But it wasn't from the Dodgers
It's simple mathematics when you go ballistic
Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection
I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me
Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave
Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain
The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison
Playa, check this out
We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka
But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's
Russian Roulette to my head it's down bubble muzzle
This ain't part of the game you must be high
I'm puttin' fresh flowers on my empty grave
It's like a dream, 'cause all they want is Murder
I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me
Four hundred years of pain and now this
You see they smile in yo face now what they after
Now I ain't never robbed rally's
