Murder He Wrote

Woah
 Hit the road
 Windows frozen
 I'm ghost
 Overdose
 Do the most
 When I pour
 Murder he wrote, wrote
 Full of that dope, dope
 Get smoked, smoked
 Eye through the scope, scope
 Riding low, low
 Sitting on low pro
 They holla woah woah
 When I hit the north shore
 In my zone, zone
 Eyes on the po, po
 Savage mode, mode
 Lil cut-throat, throat
 You know I'm riding
 With my head up high
 Another day they
 Tryna take my pride
 Step aside
 Let me fortify
 Aye
 Bust they head, with the forty-five
 Hot drop
 Drop top
 Top drop
 Bullets dropping 'cause they hot
 Slicky empty out the clip
 You see these cuts on my wrist
 Life a bitch
 Knife slit
 God-damn, I can't lie, I'm fucking sick
 Purple got me feeling funny
 Blood money
 Fifty thousand dollar diamonds
 I ain't bust out yet
 Creeping, you can't see me ducking
 In the corner
 Paint wet
 With that choppa on my lap
 That's a bet
 Hit the road
 Windows frozen
 I'm ghost
 Overdose
 Do the most
 When I pour
 Murder he wrote, wrote
 Full of that dope, dope
 Get smoked, smoked
 Eye through the scope, scope
 Riding low, low
 Sitting on low pro
 They holla woah woah
 When I hit the north shore
 In my zone, zone
 Eyes on the po, po
 Savage mode, mode
 Lil cut-throat, throat
 Break me down to pieces
 You know all my rights, yeah
 I could never change up
 Never switch my side, yeah
 Split a couple xans
 Till we feel alright, yeah
 Smoking out the pound
 Oh, that's they feature price, yeah
 When I die, bury me where they don't go
 Pull up cold on the scene
 With my eyes low
 Savage mode, cut-throat, let em know
 (Let em know!)
 Let 'em know I want that
 Mother fucking smoke, smoke
 I been outchea getting throwed
 On the northside
 Family changing, people dying
 But it's alright
 Money coming, money going
 That's the life right?
 Right, right, right
 Always sipping on my problems
 Need some hi-tech
 Wipe your tears in your eyes
 You can't break that
 Keep it real
 Keep it a hundo
 You ain't 'bout that
 Say lil bro
 I got you 'til my fucking life black
 Hit the road
 Windows frozen
 And I'm ghost
 Overdose
 Do the most
 When I pour
 Murder he wrote, wrote
 Full of that dope, dope
 Get smoked, smoked
 Eye through the scope, scope
 Riding low, low
 Sitting on low pro
 They holla woah, woah
 When I hit the north shore
 In my zone, zone
 Eyes on the po, po
 Savage mode, mode
 Lil cut-throat, throat
 You know I'm riding
 With my head up high
 Another day they
 Tryna take my pride
 Step aside
 Let me fortify
 Bust a hit for the forty-five