Murder from the heart Qua Racks (Ft. Eligwuap)

(Intro)
Grah, Grah, Grah
Grah, Grah

[Qua Racks]
Brodie died, I don't know how to feel
Like nigga I'm keepin' it real
Talk disrespect that's how you get killed
You ain't my muddy, you ain't ever killed
They like "Bro why the fuck you tweakin'?"
Like niggas ain't outside creepin'
I clear the block, nigga I'm a demon
So if I did it nigga then I mean it like-
Like wait, like what
Like nigga you ain't ever slide, like nigga keep on tellin' lies
Like don't this nigga gotta die, like-
Like hol' on, If I see you nigga better not run
You act tough when you got a gun, if you don't got it nigga then you done
Like, I don't give a fuck
Niggas hatin' on me, cause they suck
You want smoke nigga, give it up
Watch your homies, nigga that's a must
Like, niggas think it's cool
I go dummy nigga, act a fool
Twelve shots make a nigga snooze
Hollows send a nigga to the moon
Like damn
Grah, Grah, Grah
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