It ain harrd to catch a murder case
In Baton Rouge it ain hard to raise the murder rate
When you wake up it ain hard to make yo worst day
Dem n*ggas try to kill yo vibe in the worst way
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Homocide in the day time dats what these n*ggas screaming
I come from a place where b*tches fake a n*ggas always leaching
Where yo daddy and momma gone always start preaching
Where they asking and questioning all the sh*t dat u believe in
When you wake up in the middle of the night you seeing demons
Yo stomach growling so yo grandma a be the first one to feed it
Cause grandma baby won’t starve ion give a f*ck wats the reason
I know that live kinda hard but just stand on the sh*t you keeping
Just live better and don’t fold when you stand in the rain
Ik this place is kinda cold and it’s laced up with pain
But don’t let them n*ggas put lies all up in yo brain
Cause all of em da same
And they gone kill you for the simplest thang
It ain harrd to catch a murder case
In Baton Rouge it ain hard to raise the murder rate
When you wake up it ain hard to make yo worst day
Dem n*ggas try to kill yo vibe in the worst way
In the worst way on the worst day, gotta stand on yo own
Dem n*ggas don’t play they shoot k’s they strapped up with chrome
Where in the system they wan victim you and won’t send you home
They a be wrong
But a still put you straight behind them poles
I come from where n*ggas wan beef over hoes
And smoke joes
Where we wear each other clothes ain have sh*t to get some more
Weather it’s new or old we gone put it on
So for my own city when I leave yk I’m putting on
Never gave up on my brothers ima take em with me
Feds hate the black community they tryna take the city
I can’t trust nobody so it’s nobody dat you see with me
But when you be with it yk just how they be living
It ain harrd to catch a murder case
In Baton Rouge it ain hard to raise the murder rate
When you wake up it ain hard to make yo worst day
Dem n*ggas try to kill yo vibe in the worst way
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