Murder For Hire

The fucking black sheep
Yeah, leading the flock

Every time I come on the beat
It’s murder for hire
Took my old self let that boy burn in the fire
Ya’ll some burnouts like you stuck and turning the tire
Keep my ear to God, you know that the servants a liar
Bitch
It’s like poker better guard your hand
My pen game strike fear into the heart of man
These just the pieces of a larger plan
The hard times only turned me to a harder man

Years of sipping alcohol
Made my liver change
From small town local shows to that bigger stage
Thought it was Fahrenheit 451
The way I come around and I set fire to the written page
You say you fly but somethings wrong you a crashed Boeing
Ain’t touched bread in so long its got your abs showing
You steady riding them waves go where the fads going
I’m on the GPS following where the bags going
Killer instinct and animal thirst
Second that he said its beef I’m killing his manager first
Thought that I was Don Cannon way that this cannon disperse
Call me Johnny Depp I pull up it’s an Amber alert
I’m too player for playing they tryna play me over
All the gangstas are dead shout out to Ray Leoda
The future greatest of all time like a baby Yoda
She over you you fuck her this good she’ll be staying over
I skipped English class but this the aftermath
Of working twice as hard as them getting half the bag
When your name is synonymous you don’t have to brag
How I made all these millions without the platinum plaques?

Cuz it’s murder for hire
Took my old self let that boy burn in the fire
Ya’ll some burnouts like you stuck and turning the tire
Keep my ear to God, you know that the servants a liar
Bitch
It’s like poker better guard your hand
My pen game strike fear into the heart of man
These just the pieces of a larger plan
The hard times only turned me to a harder man

Still eating mom’s spaghetti and got my palms sweating
Left the jeweler 7 new rings I feel like Tom Brady
I’m Tom Petty with people cuz I’m beyond petty
My confidence pressing buttons like alarm setting
Never downgrading the bag size
That shit dumb as Kim Kardashian downgrading the bag size
When I drip people trip thinking I’m baptized
Eight different straps in the back where I stash nines
Free YSL and the jeans came from YSL
Don’t mean the T-shirt is big when I say I excel (XL)
I take an L to the face like I’m tryna fail
Don’t see the talent in the kid man you blind as hell
Already in 2082 wavy mood, I done paid my dues
Keep it 100 we don’t take 50 that’s a shady move
Sucking on some big ass tits, shortage on baby food
2000 lbs in cali I’m tryna find a vendor
I scam a bitch for some racks, like that guy on Tinder
I tell her that my enemies got ahold of Peter
My dog covered in gold, but he ain’t no retriever

Cuz it’s murder for hire
Took my old self let that boy burn in the fire
Ya’ll some burnouts like you stuck and turning the tire
Keep my ear to God, you know that the servants a liar
Bitch
It’s like poker better guard your hand
My pen game strike fear into the heart of man
These just the pieces of a larger plan
The hard times only turned me to a harder man