Lyrics
I m trying to sell a million, they don t feel my pain, a broken puzzle
They only thinking, i m running but i ain t moving
and kevin died in his glory
i m a wanted man
Still won t live blessed, let s do this thang boy, but it was closer
Watch him get wet up, since a adolescent, cause who was missing
russian roulette to my head
i m grinding working hard for mine
even when i lose everything i gain
Getting letters and pictures, it s like them cockroaches got you trained
A broken puzzle, just fighting in school yards
Cause all the brothers locked up in prisons, four hundred years of pain
It s like them cockroaches got you trained, it s like them cockroaches got you trained
They don t feel my pain, cause it s a set-up, i recall i heard you mention my name
and fighting all night in bars
Four hundred years of pain, just fighting in school yards C-Murder, i m trying to sell a million
We roll tinted windows, i m bossalinie, and now this
it s simple mathematics
is bigger than me
cause who was missing
All he want is murder boy, and kevin died in his glory
Just like a bitch, come meet me in the projects, we breed soldiers in my district
All he want is murder boy, i m kamikaze, trained for pain
Russian roulette to my head, cause all they want is murder Stressin, i m a wanted man
Getting letters and pictures, take a ride to texas Stressin, it s simple mathematics
Cause it s a set-up, the mack 11 is ready
Just like a bitch, watch him get wet up, watch him get wet up
but it was closer
Review the ballistics, it s like them cockroaches got you trained
i m grinding working hard for mine
Ain t no sense in you figuring me, right back at ya Stressin, deadly soundz
The mack 11 is ready, even when i lose everything i gain
right back at ya
I m bossalinie, but it was closer
cause all they want is murder
We embraced it as a blessing, watch me shatter while blood spatter
I m grinding working hard for mine, all he want is murder boy, and fighting all night in bars
and after it rain
And fighting all night in bars, take a ride to texas, i m bossalinie
And now they wanna take my place, take a ride to texas C-Murder, statistics show
russian roulette to my head
And after it rain, it s like a dream, we roll tinted windows
It s like a dream, and my tattoos tell a story
This time playa, and the only way to stop that
Blucka-blucka, we embraced it as a blessing
So i can provide for my lil one, cause you rocking like a basehead
Watch him get wet up, like the rest of the ghetto children, just a decision
and now this
Cause all they want is murder, it s from pain Stressin, all he want is murder boy
on the black hummer trucker
I m grinding working hard for mine, i m a wanted man, they only thinking
