$SPCE I ain’t get to roll no weed, I ain’t get to roll no Swishers 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 Yellow tape around his body, it’s a fucking homicide His face is on a T-shirt and his family traumatized I didn’t even mean to shoot him, he just caught me by surprise I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice