[Hook]

We make them scream murder

Gun shot put 'em down

Your king getting murdered

And I'm taking his crown

Mama said don't get your money

Living how badman do

I'm counting paper and it's funny

Now I'm a badman too

[Verse 1]

Born in the city of the shots

Curry in a pot

Whole family of Rastas

Roads he gonna be rolling in the kitchen with my backwards

Flag on me waving on the park we in flatbush

I'm an island boy, be gal dem

Sugar and I'm bad why try the boy?

Blood clot, better mind your head

My own will let it BO and even mind if it dead

Rude boy understanding it's easy

I'm charming they know that from NY to GT

Brooklyn, home of the side where it's sticky

Where niggas played hooky while blasting some Biggie

My brother was bugging

Mom hoping he stopping

You come by your crib and he running your pocket

I watched him take note of the game he was playing

Shit he was saying, moves he was making

To him it was cool, to me he's a fool

My life was just school and not super my Saiyans

He go to his trouble and with him it followed

Biting off more than that nigga could swallow

But egos exist and it went from his fists to us growing up

And him now loading up hollows

I watched the example that nigga would set

For me as as young and I watched him this stress

Our mother's so dear, it put tears on her face

Put fear in our heart but he's not in his place

And I got it, he got locked, I got out of college

Picked up that crown the moment he dropped it

Now he is to watch as the runt of the two

Since I'm playing this game way better than you

You took blood and respect and I find that shit funny

I studied and got it, I'm 'bout my money

[Hook]

Murder

Gun shot put 'em down

Your king getting murdered

And I'm taking his crown

Mama said don't get your money

Living how badman do

I'm counting paper and it's funny

Now I'm a badman too

[Verse 2]

Ride around of my side of town

And maintain the reign with my mic

Demigod of my city

Niggas plot on taking my life

But they hear me coming and get to running

There's no mistaking my stripes

You can flip a switch if you need to

But there ain't no taking my light

Millions in the ceiling

Closet full of choppers

Live in a position where I travel via choppers

I said millions in the ceiling

Closet full of choppers

Not hard to be a villain and save your life like a doctor

I'm chilling

On the throne on my spot

Still got a home in my block

Then when I show niggas know I went from the stove to the top

Hot as a stove at the top

You'll get burned trynna touch me

You'll get sonned trynna son me

Ain't no sitting it suns seat

Get chopped up by Will at the barber shop

Putting me on the spot to show all these niggas there ain't no one harder

Ock, I get it done, you can't fathom the bells my name has rung

I got the crown now cause I've been a man since I was young

[Bridge]

I've been here from the ghet

'Bout my money and respect

You acting funny, you get checked

'Till there's no beating in my chest

Every night, I tell her pray with me

That these niggas don't play with me

Lord, these people thinking there's no saving me

So when I'm eating, they ain't 'bout to say grace with me

[Hook]

We make them scream murder

Gun shot put 'em down

Your king getting murdered

And I'm taking his crown

Mama said don't get your money

Living how badman do

I'm counting paper and it's funny

Now I'm a badman too