ISSA SAGE - Murder 2

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We Tweaking shit up like a murder (Issa Murder)
As a youngin I played with them burners( Not a 30)
Me and all of my bruddad ride dirty
Said he looking for me i ain't lurkin
Keeping my foot on they neck
Picture perfect
I put the beam on a tech
Get to working
I don't know what you heard I'm a vet
In a surgent
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Nigga said he want beef ok
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We gon fuck up the streets up ok
Ok bitch this 2k bitch
Hol up Hol up(Yeah What!)
You's a fake bitch
And you basic get yo lace did
Carbon the drake we gon ash on a demon
Drop out the lo but they claim they ain't see it
I got the bricks so we trappin this evening
He thinkin I'm crazy crash out when I meet em
Got out my feelings and went gotta bag
That's what they all say ain't spending no cash
I heard what they make inna day
And I laughed
They hair really turning out grey
Gotta gas
I can't wait till a fuck nigga play
I might tear his arm off if he tuck on my chain
Niggas said I'm a lame till I took out his brain
We don't make no mistake we ain't catching a case
Take a look in the crib it's built like maze
Run up yo shit we gon take everything
Tell his mom we had fun stomping his face
Your son was afraid we ain't shoot with no blanks
We smellin the room with gas stank
Wait
That pussy boy said that I'm fake
My level the sky bitch you not on my rank
My loyalty pride I'm disguising a ape
You know that I'm great
This a murder for deuce ok
They know I got the juice ok
I got blood in my boots ok
Prey a fuck boy don't make me come shoot today!
Ok (Ok)
Ok (Ok)
We Tweaking shit up like a murder (Issa Murder)
As a youngin I played with them burners(Not a 30)
Me and all of my bruddad ride dirty
Said he looking for me i ain't lurkin
Keeping my foot on they neck
Picture perfect
I put the beam on a tech
Get to working
I don't know what you heard I'm a vet
In a surgent
Ok (Ok)
Ok (Ok)
Ok (Ok)
Nigga said he want beef ok
Ok (Ok)
Ok (Ok)
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We gon fuck up the streets ok
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Don't you hop in the streets no safe
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You ain't blitzing on me no way
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Fuck it
Ian got no time (Yeah)
Money on my mind fuck it
We gon switch the dime
Which one of y'all fuck ass niggas wanna die nigga
Ion get no fines yeah
And don't be surprised
When my demons get you fried
You better hide Issa murder

Written by:
Jackie West

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