Murda (feat. Arsonal da Rebel)

I just feel like we gotta go in

Y’all got the right nigga for the job this time

Oh, we snapping on this shit

Arsonal uh

A young nigga from the Eastside, me

I’m certified, I don’t need I-D

Fuck a hater I’ll see him later

He gon need a favor and a long run

Fuck a cop, I keep a chopper that’s a long gun

Hop grinding way before the

Know it’s a hit way before we record one

I’m on 1, 2, 3, 4

Blunts out the face I’mma need 3 more

I started flexing as a younging I was getting money

I was selling weed, all the bitches love me

Trouble with the law, started getting ugly

Scamming with my homie just to get some money

Grew up in the trenches, I had good intentions

Want it done right? then you should do the bidness

I don’t trust niggas, I get too suspicious

Crack on the stove and make mama do the dishes

Fucking up the China, gotta look behind ya

Hollow tips inside ya, just a brief reminder

I’m from a city where daughters sell vagina

Cops are shooting minors, all these niggas liars

Apologize now nigga, pardon your looks

Download all my shit off on iTunes

I’m out here giving all my audio push

They got me motivated

If they say I’m the best then don’t debate it

Success is overrated, bidness is best negotiated

So let’s associate it with death, I know they hate it

His flesh exfoliated, what happened?

The tech, a phony ate it with passion

I was working long days they was napping

I struggle, I was crying they was laughing

3 mill for a deal

I don’t want a hundred thousand playing Madden

Took all my chips and cashed in

But thanks for asking

Let a nigga try me like they don’t know who I be

I’m me, I’m G, hit the homies out in I.E

One word, body

Hominy that’s a murda

That’s a murda

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm that’s a murda

Yeah

Murda murda yeah

Murda murda murda

Damn, murda murda yeah

Like they never heard it

Understand I got God with me, so the evils can never hurt me

I.E. you see it on my jersey

I just call up Ars when I’m out in Jersey

Tell em I need a white girl that look like Fergie

Shaved kitties, I don’t do em furry

Make a running money in a hurry

Solo on these missions cause these niggas scurry

Mama said to trust in what the reverend say

I look at my skin and see a better way

Young black king, they ain’t never say

That people my color was running Heaven gates

I got two phones, no Kevin Gates

One for bad times, one for better days

I don’t answer the one for bad times

Cause I need good vibes around me all seven days

I got bad bitches on my resume

I hit the booth and try to go ahead of Jay, ahead of Ye

Ahead of Gandhi, ahead of myself yesterday

I don’t see no better way

If it’s mula that’ll be made till Saturday

I’ll be there on the dot, I ain’t never late

I won’t sign by the dotted

Unless the bread is stacked up like wedding cakes

Gotta set it straight

I know niggas from Grape like Lil Lay

I got stocks from the Benz, no never scrape

Really scrapped in these streets, we ain’t grow the same

Lost homies to this beef, you don’t know the pain

Price and S.Dot on the beat, you know a thing

And I’m Price by the way, so you know the name

From summer to winter, spring to fall, heat, snow or rain

I got the West on my shoulders mane

Yeah, you know that’s a murda

Uhh

Make some room for the young legends

I ain’t come in here to come second

Done playing, done stressing

No question, best dressed young veteran

All the drug sellers drug users now

Game of the new dealer, pure dope

Seen us, pure smoke

West West, inhale, chest press light up two J’s and I’m hot now

Uhh, I could probably

I’mma make em stop playing with us

Uhh, not now nigga right now

Cause all we need it was God to win

Hustle with your ass since I was 10

Muscle what you see since I walked in

So how the fuck you think it’s bout to end?

Ooh-ooh sit down I roll up

Life too fast, slow up, okay no

You know what? Okay go

Back to bidness after this I open up and answer questions

What the fuck you want and why the fick you want it?

Why I’m cussing? One I’m zonin’ and I’m every single known opponent

There’s no comparing us

The fuck you starin’ at?

Eating faces off, I see back to back

No consecutively, I mean back to back

Eating faces off, nothing after that

That’s amazing dawg

What the fuck is up?

I don’t even breathe

Going up and

If I cuss again I’m only cussing once

No one in the rap game could fuck with us

Stone Junction out right now, go get.