Murder Rate Freestyle 1 lyrics

[Verse]
Hop on the beat like, "Damn"
He don't want beef, he won't stand
I'ma pull up on the scene, they scram
Smokin' Hoover Kush, give no damn
Yo dead homies up in my Backwood
Catch 'em lackin', he up in the Backwood
Back in Chicago it was no good
Me and my n*ggas runnin' through four hoods
Yeah, overeast know them a EBK, you know where I'm from, let's go, huh
If I don't trust you then I don't trust you
Then I'll shoot like I'm Metro, huh
But it's me and Wheezy, this sh*t is too easy
I'm makin' them hard, hm
But we goin' hard, workin', I sip, we don't gotta do jobs, uh
I ain't wanna do college, I ain't went to high school, I almost dropped out, uh
I feel like Polo G with this glizzy on me, 'cause I may go pop out, uh
I may take my girl shopping, that ice on my wrist and this lifе's a bargain
They say that I sold my soul but I still got it
I wouldn't even givе it to him for a bargain, uh
Yeah, I've been raising up the murder rate, shoot, huh, blam
Up in his face, ain't no hesistate, 'scious, huh, damn
I do what I want, you do what you can
Ak-47 like I'm from Iran
Feel like 50 Cent, I'm killin' many men, yeah, damn
We sippin' prome', I'ma fatality, huh, damn
What you drive? New house, it's a celebrity, huh, damn
Used to sell Duff, no Hilary, yeah
Used to serve Clint, no Hillary, yeah
Splittin' like a pastor at a ministry, yeah