First Degree

[Intro: Bingx]
I don't give a fuck about status
Meaning I ain't got a demographic
I just put the pen to the pad, stay pensive
And practice offensive emphatics
That mean first off I'm a savage
You don't want no trouble with an addict
Got me like "please motherfucker, please speak about Bingx"
I'm a fiend for the beef I gotta have it
(Verse 1: Bingx)
Never met nobody identical, keep it on point like a decimal
Bout to combust I'm a chemical kinda compound
Know that my timing's impeccable and I'm ready to-
You don't want your head in the reticle, I would calm down
I'm the don, Lebron, King Kong
And I'm on now
Only reach out once, you ain't with it from the jump
I'ma jump on the chance to put you on blast when you come back With your palm out, motherfucker dangerous
In Layman's, you can't hang? Don't be claiming such
I don't bang but I'm propane with the flow and it go
"Bang!" like (RRRA) y'all aim at us
I got a graceful touch, but Satans brush
A dichotomy of emotionally painful cuts
Horns on a halo, that's a potent take
On potentate, I reign with blood and angel dust
Verbiage fly you'd think it's avionics
Star with stripes but not too patriotic
Nowadays I'm finally cordial with her
And so never 'gain I fuck on baby momma
Labels tryna put a label on us
Hell freeze over that's when they be honest
I'd discuss it but they made me promise
I would keep shit hush or I would pay fee on it
Shit God as my witness I'm done with
Most y'all business no budging, most y'all bitches you wanna
Be an investor meaning oppressor
And the most y'all did was just budget
Most y'all figures won't cut it, time's paid for this
But y'all think you rich and that's power
Now the world tripping off "Dangerous"
Start to finish, I did it in six hours
That mean I'm killing it full time, while doing it part-time
Imagine what I'd do in OT (bitch)
I mean just look at my team (shit)
Ain't nobody got nothing on we (bitch)
I knew it the whole time, got proof on the hard drives
I rap, produce, and I sing (bitch)
Lil who? Motherfucker, I'm Bingx
You ain't never heard another motherfucker like me
Motherfucker this is

[Chorus: Bingx]
Murder (yeah)
First degree
Words, personal
Heard about murder? You heard of me
Murder (yeah)
First degree
Hearse, merciful
There ain't no mercy with first degree
Murder
Murder
Words, personal
Heard about murder? You heard of me
Murder (yeah)
First degree
Hearse, merciful
There ain't no mercy with first degree

[Verse 2: CHVSE]
Yeah, third-degree
Blood got drip for eternity
Talked to the God but he turned on me
And now my soul feels free when I merk the beat
So certainly I see with the certainty
Insert the beat and bleed, this is murder G
So learn the heat, my team got it per degree
Don't try to step on us, 'cause it'll burn your feet
Everyone talking bout me (yeah)
Fakes getting all around me (yeah)
I'm a bat in a cave, you a rat in a cage
Motherfuckers always talk about cheese, please
You just gotta get a little food (aye)
Get the fuck away I need room
All you little fucks get fucked on the track
Like you're fucked from the back, need lube
Bitch, look it's dangerous to play with us
We raise the cup until you motherfuckers pass out
Had to talk my shit so I told my story
Got 6 mil' plays on "Blackout"
I cracked down on the beat, now the beast on the leash
And these other artists yelling out "Man down!"
You wanna teach what I teach, but to teach what I teach
Gotta reach for the joke like a class clown

[Verse 3: Bingx]
Yeah, pardon me
It's hard to see when them waves are crashing
Little weed and a little liquor
Gotta mix it up to get the chain reaction
Labels call me on the fucking daily
'Cause they see my numbers and they crave the traction
Want the money and I want the flex
But I can't be happy if they take my passion

[Verse 4: CHVSE]
Like take my passion for a fucking dollar
Need at least a milli' if you want the shit
You see potential in my fucking music
Don't be acting stupid and acknowledge it
I made a fanbase that says "Damn Chase"
When I drop a song they fucking rock with it
Fuck a fair race, I'm in the airspace
And I blast through it like a rocketship

[Bridge: Bingx]
All of the money ain't nothing
If you ain't got shit you could prove, yeah
I live for potential
Potentially something that others can't do, yeah
So fuck out my lane
'cause I'm destined to fuck it up fucking with you, yeah yeah
Claim you got sauce, but you ain't got sauce
You fuckers got juice, woo

[Chorus: Bingx]
Murder (yeah)
First degree
Words, personal
Heard about murder? You heard of me
Murder (yeah)
First degree
Hearse, merciful
There ain't no mercy with first degree
Murder
Murder
Words, personal
Heard about murder? You heard of me
Murder (yeah)
First degree
Hearse, merciful
There ain't no mercy with first degree