Chords for YNW Melly "Murder On My Mind" Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified

I found my first gun when I was nine years old.
Ever since then, growing up, I was so addicted to them bitches.
I loved them bitches.
If you up that bitch at a nigga and bust his ass, that's his soul in there.
It's death in this motherfucker.
You know what I'm saying?
All I gotta do is up this motherfucker in your ass.
You disappear, bitch.
Real shit, bruh.
I like how them bitches look.
For real, I'm in love with them bitches.
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[Ab] I literally woke up in the jail cell and I was like, wake up in the morning, I got murdered.
_ Them bitches was like, get up, get up, Tommy, get up.
Fuck that song, get over that shit ass.
I slid it for my cousin and he was like, hell yeah, that boy said he got murdered on me.
He's mine, nigga.
I don't think he just did rhymes.
I'm like, man, shut the fuck up.
I got cool with one nigga named Antonio Bland.
He used to say he only listened to Kodak and Scottie Kane.
I ain't write nothing like them, so he probably ain't gonna fuck with my shit.
But I fuck with him, so I was like, man, fuck.
Showed him Murder On My Mind.
He was like, bruh, _ I ain't gonna lie, bruh.
You my favorite rapper now.
I _ _ ain't get to roll no weed, ain't get to roll no swishes.
I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas, ain't get to hug my mama.
Couldn't even give her no kisses.
Just being with my little brother, my mama, my sister.
I wanted it to really feel like Christmas, so I'm taking on what the snow at.
Being able to give to everybody I love.
Can't even post on my Instagram, could even put some nigga be snitching.
When everybody acting suspicious, might probably say that I'm tripping.
When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings.
And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget.
And I'ma smoke all my pain away, cause that's the only thing they gonna hear.
Like shit I done did in the past, like robbing these, you know, going through shit at house type [Gb] shit.
Just smoke, like, it ease my whole body and I just be straight.
I be like, fuck that shit.
I don't [D] understand these women, who go around pretending.
As if they really fuck with me, so I love them all from a distance.
But the same bitch, say she down to ride, be the main one who tricking.
Got my limits of pro-methadone, cause every time.
Bitches just stupid.
Damn, you fucking one time.
They think they just _ go out with you and shit.
I would be tripping.
But me fucking other nigga bitches like, damn bitch, this nigga really love you.
This nigga out here risking his life at this trap house.
Answering the door for other niggas.
And you out here popping that pussy.
You ain't getting nothing out of me.
So it's like, damn bitch, you ain't shit.
These hoes.
While you locked up, these hoes out here.
Stripping, shaking ass, fucking everybody.
They supposed to be holding down for they niggas. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Like every little thing I do, I know these niggas watching me.
I'm not even [E] thinking about you broke ass niggas.
Bitches just be on some petty ass shit.
Like just trying to knock a nigga off the ground when a nigga lay up with her all [B] day.
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Like Melvin.
The other _ person inside.
Melvin.
That motherfucker there.
Every day.
All day.
That's some easy thinking.
Some people think about pussy when they wake up.
Some people think about shoes.
Some people think about weird shit.
That nigga wake up with the murder on his mind.
I'm like, I ain't bro.
Do you. _ _ _
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It's too late my friend.
It's time to say goodbye.
And he died inside my arms.
Blood all on my shirt.
You should get a XD instead of a Glock.
Less recoil.
Very persistent aim.
And a shoot belt.
That's what you should start off with.
That's what I have to say about gun safety.
Never point it at your friend.
Or yourself.
_ For real.
I got niggas who done shot theyself. _ _
_ _ _ He hoes like an animal.
I get on the beat like an animal.
I look like an animal.
Like a lizard or some shit.
That's still an animal. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ I got murder on my mind.
_ _ I got murder on [Em] my mind.
I got murder on my mind.
Imagine a buck. _
A buck of blood.
And I'm a big ass beast.
And I _ pick him up.
_ Dip him in that bitch.
And spit him.
That's basically what I was saying.
I was high as fuck when I was talking about this shit.
[A] _ [D] _ [Em] _ I'm not on probation or nothing.
But I can't post what's really going on.
Like what's really going on in the streets.
I can't go on live like I want to go on live.
Cause mother fucker be screen recording me.
Give that shit to the police. _ _ _