HOMICIDE

[Verse 1: Mayo Staccato]
I'm big dreams little budget, middleweight
I guess it's indie films that I make
Don't need a title belt, but I'mma train
I'm thinking way beyond a trophy case
Squad's making moves, I'm hoping we break the roof
God gave us wings, what else are supposed to do?
Got family round the world and we might be in the news
There's history to wake, and I'm tired of hitting snooze

[Intro: A.S. ØNE]
Ay, Anas leave this shit to me fam
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2: A.S. ØNE]
If-If you play my shit, a sinking ship will stay afloat
I'mma get the last laugh playing me for jokes
Say I killed the beat, it's homicide a nigga wrote
Gone be on the list when niggas talk about the G.O.A.T.s
These niggas counted me out, shoulda used a calculator
No Nintendo, we out just as soon as I get paper
We stay in the mix like a motherfucking DS
Niggas wanna be us, we could pull up in a Prius
And have bitches wanna see us
Too much swag
Yeah we be moving round the scene like we the new McJags
I'm like Antetokunmpo fam
Slept on as a rookie, but they gone know mans, yeah
Best put on your SPF-50
I feel like Bobby, but I'm treating you like Whitney
I get the money, know I'm getting the bag quickly
When I hop on it, no one taking the track with me

[Chorus: A.S. ØNE]
This-This-This ain't charitable nigga this a homicide
We fucking with the Boom-Trap call-call it do or die-die
Got the bands in the safe, uh
Rollie and the wraith, uh
I walk round this motherfucka like I run the place
This ain't charitable nigga this a homicide
We fucking with the Boom-Trap call-call it do or die-die
Got the bands in the safe, uh
Rollie and the wraith, uh
I walk round this motherfucka like I run the place

[Verse 3: A.S. ØNE & A.B. Not Normal]
I'm with the bae like Venice, I done cut off my dentist
That nigga tried to play me, I'm gone fuck up they image
I'm gone fuck up they life, I'm gone fuck up they business
If you fuck with my life, I might just catch a sentence
Woah, Woah, Woah, Contradiction, Contradiction
I don't shoot for the stars, I got no limits, got no limits
Write it like it's scrimmage, 20 minutes I produced a hit in
(W-W-Write it like it's scrimmage, 20 minutes I produced a hit in)
Take shots to my crew and we might just get loose
I'm on that Aquafina water, know them shots not twos
I'm on the Ellington range, and we ain't talking bout heaters
I'm talking bout that pen and pad, and the FL too, ooh
I-I ain't comfortable around snakes
Niggas frontin' like they found faith
Soundscape make the ground shake
This for you and next of kin
Step your foot in wet cement
You gone end up on the block, like a puta Mexican
I'm ready for the war, got my Henny and my sword
Tryna test a nigga ball got plenty in my drawls
Laying with these whores while I'm waking in resorts
Niggas praying to the lord, then we take em to the morgue

[Chorus: A.S. ØNE]
This-This ain't charitable nigga this a homicide
We fucking with the Boom-Trap call-call it do or die-die
Got the bands in the safe, uh
Rollie and the wraith, uh
I walk round this motherfucka like I run the place
This ain't charitable nigga this a homicide
We fucking with the Boom-Trap call-call it do or die-die
Got the bands in the safe, uh
Rollie and the wraith, uh
I walk round this motherfucka like I run the place

[Outro: Mayo Staccato]
Gang gang, everybody we ain't playing
One more in the bag, catch the W's like rain
This is not a drill, this is real, real life
You hear the alart, so it's rise rise rise
Gang gang everybody we ain't playing
Two more in the bag, catch the W's like rain
Got places to be, so we ride ride ride
If you don't hit the pavement, you fall behind