[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

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

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: CHVSE]

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