Accident Murderers (feat. Rick Ross)

You cocked back

You thought you had it planned, you thought you had your man

He saw you comin', he ran when you tried to blast that man

Missed him by inches, he sprinted

Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered

Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished

You took the life of him

The part about it that's crazy, you was all right with him

Tight with him, why was he in the way?

Why was he standin' next to the enemy that specific day?

His style never hollers loud, stays reclusive

Good dude, got that look like he always about to do shit

Side of his mouth, toothpick, one eyebrow raised

Got into it with dude who still tryna live out his old wild out days

They never had no probs

Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad massage

These two different personalities had to collide

**** could not aim and innocent **** died

You ask why, 'cause of a

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose

Liars brag, you put work in

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin

Streets are full of them, read the bulletin

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer

We grew up doin' graffiti, now hollow heads gettin' heated

Seated in foreign cars, constantly gettin' weeded

Proceeded to count profits, I know they got on binoculars

But fuck 'em all, we ballin' till they come lock us up

Twenty to life, I'm clubbin', blowin' twenty tonight

We the mob, Bob Marley marlin' all through the night

Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey the war

Snatch a TEC off the shelf, live forever, that's insh'Allah

Memoirs of a rich ****

Sweat suits, gold chains, old drug dealers

New Benz, chrome rims are for show, killer

You **** accidental shoppers in back of the limo

Pay your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodgin' my clique

Cut a check, I use your bitch for some bargainin' chips

In the hole, sell your home, ****, go sell your soul

This .45 in control, God forgives and I don't

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose

Liars brag, you put work in

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin

Streets are full of them, read the bulletin

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer

Accident murderer

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer

You, for my **** that got killed, got hit up

Vodka spills on the concrete, light a Swisher, we miss ya

And for that girl who never made it home, shot in the dome

How they gon' kill that beautiful sister?

Violent adolescents, homicidal with weapons

Not a lot of knowledge inside of they minds, and I'm guessin'

Tell me, who you impressin'?

Shooters, I knew them when they was babies, I used to test 'em

Make 'em throw up they hands, choke 'em out playin' and wrestlin'

Watch 'em grow to a man, I see them, now they reppin'

But they cold-blooded, homie, wonder where the respect went

Can't play with these lil' ****, gangster lil' ****

Can't hang with these lil' ****, they killin', they reckless

Wish I could build with 'em, but will he change, really?

Some real killers, I think of Wayne Perry

Think of my ****, Drawz, but you want a name, tell me

You ain't mean to kill him, it wasn't necessary

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose

Liars brag, you put work in

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin

Streets are full of them, read the bulletin

Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose

Liars brag, you put work in

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin

Streets are full of them, read the bulletin

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer

Accident murderer, you just an accident murderer