Sex, Money, & Murder

If it's a crime If it's a crime Yeah, yeah, yeah If it's a crime Yeah, yeah, yeah Come get a bang, for yo, buck from the trap house, moving slow Yeah, is it wrong for me to stab my brother in the back just for the lo Yeah, is it wrong for me to stab my brother in the back just for the dough Yeah, I put my head down to keep pushing shit just on my own My trap house pushing out that white just like it's Kim K I came up in this bitch, I'm spinning shit just like a Beyblade Big B, Bitch, I'm bleeding blood, lil' nigga, I'm in that chain gang You cross that line, get faded up, lil' nigga, I ain't playing no game Nigga, shake your hand and stab you in your back, I hope you ready Yeah, my young nigga shooting shit, I hope you know them niggas deadly Y'all niggas sweet as hell, I put you on that bread just like some jelly Crazy motherfucker in my head, I planning shooting shit like melly I'm rolling smoking, smoking blunts just to keep my mind straight Yeah, shawty on my phone, she texting begging, giving me mind games All this shit up in my head, I can't even think I getting migraines I'm popping percs back to keep my mind straight for like nine days We sitting back smoking weed, I feel like I signed a deal to Taylor Gang It's crazy, niggas will sell their soul to get the money and the fucking fame These voices in my head, they keep on telling me, keep pushing mane I wonder if these niggas know that I can't even stand the rain Hold on, yeah, yeah, sex, murder, money, guns Niggas know we shoot for fun, we gon' hawk his ass down Pussy boy, you better not run, when it come to family, nigga, you know we ain't running one Put that belt up to your ass, I'm your daddy, y'all niggas my son How you say you hate me, but you love me, man, how'd that shit go We could see a red light, Treezy, don't care, he don't go If we catch a opp, lackin, I don't care, you know I'ma blow I don't care how fast the beat is, you know I hop on it and flow I don't spend in your block, I spin like the Matrix I just shooting the drac, you know the drac hit Shooting you with the drac and it hit like a fake bitch Diss on luh lj, you get hit in yo face bitch Try looking for me goin take bout eight trips Been Punchin' on niggas since I was in grade six Been locked in them chains, you know I had to take risks I had niggas lookin' froze, he look like a waitress I see a lock, I guess I'm the key I see a bitch, now she up on her knees I see a opp I wip his nose, he sneeze I see a opp pull the trigger and squeeze I see a rat took a bite, to that cheese Catch a opp lackin now he screamin' out please Who that, lil baby, this ain't California breeze We out ten block and we call him treez Ayy, committing crimes, I feel like Al Capone Playin' with that gang, then you know we gotta send him home Finna pick you up for this drill, you better leave your phone Fye, fye, fye, nigga, play he got hit in his dome Sex, money, murder, sex, money, murder Say you got a name, but you somebody we ain't heard of And you can't come around us if you lackin' where your burner Niggas got no name, well, I guess you better earn one Gang, ayy, we done did some silent drills I ain't told a soul, cause it's serious, it's really real Spazz out up in public, know they wonderin' what's wrong with Li I be really tryna chill, but y'all make me wanna Make me wanna take a face, I need to get up out this place Real shooters don't leave no trace, ain't rockin' with no rats or snakes My big brother caught a case, he in the penitentiary You don't know nothin' about my life, please do not mention me, nigga