HOMICIDE

SRW, aye
How the fuck you let the gang go
You ain’t even let the gang know
Talking shit, I bet it stay closed
I been ducking, seeing rainbows
How the fuck you let the gang go
(Homicide in my city, it get wicked, aye)
You ain’t even let the gang know
(Roseworlddd)

Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye

I said how the—how the fuck you let the gang go
And you ain’t even let the gang know
They ain’t fucking with that Saint Rose
Keep talking shit then I bet that casket stay closed

How the fuck you let that gang go
Guess it’s crazy how you changed
How I change flows, change clothes
Change hoes, chains that be all around my neck
I be loading up some weight so I be toting on my tech, yeah
And this a freestyle, meanwhile, got yo girl on speed dial
I been plotting for miles and I change, shit
They say I lane switched
They say I’m big tripping
But it’s a big difference
Most these niggas bitch niggas
(Shout out my gang tho but all them fakes, man)
They ain’t with shit
Bitch, I’m tryna hit like seven figures
See how farther that I can get
Niggas talking on my name
Gotta do this for my family, nigga
Talking all that shit but they ain’t with shit
And that’s on my Granny, nigga

How the fuck you let the gang go
And you ain’t even let the gang know
I been ducking seeing rainbows
(Homicide in my city, it get wicked, aye)

How the fuck you let the gang go
And you ain’t even let the gang know
They ain’t fucking with that Saint Rose
Talking shit then I bet that casket stay closed

Pull up in a hearse, we disperse
We gon do you dirt
We gon hit yo block up
Getting on yo nerves
Hit that curb, bitch, that’s word
To my Grandma Rose, for sure
(Homicide in my city, it get wicked, aye)
(Live for those who couldn’t live to see today)

Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye (Yeah)
Another homicide, yeah—aye

(Roseworld Records, First Class
T6, TEmUp, 7, Dayton Gang, ODM
Out Da Mud, SRW, L4D, Left 4 Dead
Cleveland, you already know, The Land
Shout out SSO, 216, Black Heart, East Side)
Shout out everybody, bruh
Shout out every-fuckin-body in this bitch
CLE, and we in The Heights with it, bitch
(Everybody I love)
And on the real, bruh (niggas know)
You just gotta keep it real with yourself
(It get wicked in my city, nigga)
Shit really get crazy, man, you gotta stay safe
Stay on top and stay alert
You feel me
Ain’t nobody ever tell me that growing up
I don’t know, man
Times I feel like giving up like for real
(So many times)
It’s like no matter how much I keep tryna chase
The horizon it’s like
I can’t escape it, all the shit
You know what I’m saying
Heart, body, mind and soul
You got them shits in line, you Gucci, for real
Get yo money, stack the fuck up
Fuck what anybody else think, bruh
Do you, bruh
Focus on you
(Money, money, money)
SRW shit