作词 : Keyanta Bullard/Jordan Edward Holt-May/Henry Lotas-Sherratt/Andrej Marko/Peter Gogola

[Intro]

Oh, yeah, you know who the opps, niggas just be speakin', like

You, you know I ain't speakin' for my own, this shit been the truth, you know?

Oh, shit, a nigga know I ain't duckin' no action, though

I don't hear what? What up? (Cutta, we rich)

[Chorus]

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can't leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can't let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, "Slide"

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can't come outside

I'm tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine

It's time to focus on the M's, the murder on my mind

[Verse 1]

And I got murder on my mind, kill anyone against me

Opp Boyz (b***h, I'm 'bout my business, so **** nigga, don't tempt me)

Got four hundred shots in this car

Steady smokin' dead opps in this Glock

Nigga tryna play, boy, you know I run my bands up

Opp Boyz (Boy, you broke as ****, tell that nigga put his mans up)

Same ass excuse, this shit shootin' out the Drac'

Free Ksoo, I hope you beat this murder case

If youre lookin' for my mega money in the trap

Threw away my other phone, I had a feeling it was tapped

No, I ain't friendly with these rappers, I know all these niggas cap

Opportun' in my city, put my city on the map

[Chorus]

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can't leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can't let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, "Slide"

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can't come outside

I'm tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine

It's time to focus on the M's, the murder on my mind

[Verse 2]

And I know

I got mad love for my bros

I don't make a move without my pole

I know how this street shit go, oh

I ain't suuwoo, but I wanna see blood

No handout, you I got it out the mud

Put a bag on his head, extra cash for the show though

They cut my footsteps and knock off the show

Saw my nigga down bad, told 'em some work for 'em

I bossed up in life, now everybody wanna work for me

Everything that go wrong, they put the blame on me

Ain't gon' stop 'til my body underground, six feet

[Chorus]

Why they tryna put that blame on me?

Walkin' 'round my city with all these chains on me

I can't leave my crib without that flame on me, yeah

I can't let your nigga get no stain on me, yeah

All of my dawgs, they gon' slide when I tell them, "Slide"

Puttin' pressure on the opps, they can't come outside

I'm tryna take, like, ten of yours if you take one of mine

It's time to focus on the M's, the murder on my mind