Glorified Homicide (feat. R3MM3Y)

Some of the dopest shit I've seen all day Marcus don't even know what I'm talking about I don't even know what you're talking about though But it's dope But it's dope Motherfucking top guy high in the sky drug usage very fucking low that's a lie got yourself a Money counter for your tens and fives Every damn beat, ten to five homicide black be the colour yeah I rep the north side Baby mama drama end up telling all the lies Kick her out my house, no bitch, you ain't a bride You another crazy bitch, I gotta take out wit my sword Seems like when I caught them off, they annoying me even more Seems like when I ain't trying to f*ck, yeah, they trying to be a whore Yeah, satan all around, I've been trying to find the Lord Paving this path, got the clique on board Burning down the rock, flaming arrows, heavy scorch Bitches, we've been looking better than before, yeah He was trying to slow down on the weed, but then I copped some more, yeah We was trying to pull up lean, at the deal, pop the seal Some's gotta kill you, shit, maybe this one will Or a counterfeit kill , thinking he ain't got nothing to fear hoe Mood swings, expensive things Diamond rings, paint em red with blood Leave him face down in the mud Twist a knife up in my gut You stupid fucks ain't good enough to ever make me stop I got burns up on my wrist Names scrash em off my list, yeah And I wit my clique On your graves, I take a piss Scars on my hands, yeah We built this fucking clique Homicide, that's what it is That's the way of life Eric gave my name from vice Every time I'm off the way, you know I'm burning northern lights Homicide, cause death is glorified in our culture Cast away with the vultures Caulk back the revolver , press it to my head Problem solved, really running out of options You treat your girl like a fucking object I don't really give a f*ck You ain't no man Bitch made What do you call him Ain't no other fucking names I don't love with fucking lames Get the f*ck up out the way Homicide paved the way