Homicide - NoCap

Swipers, they fill up my whole gang

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(J Cameron)

It’s a homicide, it’s another butterfly, yeah

We tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (Yeah, uh)

Everything I did, I meant, I don’t have no regrets

I flew a ratchet bitch out, I put her on a private jet (She on a private jet)

I get so high I drop some codeine on my Percocets (Lean on my Percocets)

Everyday I hang with killers in them projects

I’m in them projects

I’m surprised I ain’t died yet

You catch a charge, you keep it solid, you just stay quiet (You keep it quiet)

I feel this codeine in my body, I’m sippin' Hi-Tech (I'm sippin' High')

They were so happy when I was stuck, I left 'em upset, yeah (Uh)

Get a feeling, I’m countin' this paper (This paper, yeah)

I just fuck on a bitch, we don’t lay up (Yeah)

My youngins out pullin' the cable (Yeah)

We ballin', I’m coaching the Pacers (Coaching the—, uh)

Smash on a bitch, pain on me, you can see all the scars

No love for a bitch, you can take me, you can rip out my— (Yeah)

You can take me, you can rip out my heart

And every nigga 'round me, they with the same thing (Gang, gang)

Never drop no dime, we just don’t name names

I drown the Patek, I flood the face on it (I flood the face on it, yeah)

I came in the game with a game plan (Yeah)

I’m watching my real, I’m watching my fake homies (Yeah)

Them swipers, they fill up my whole gang (Whole gang)

Them niggas schemin', I know the bank want 'em (I know the bank want 'em)

I fell in love with drug money (Street money, nigga)

Coulda went pro but we just didn’t think on it

They left me scarred, they abandoned me

I got two broads, they take a Xan' a piece (Xan' a piece, yeah)

I sell codeine, this rap was plan B

I’m finding any way, I gotta feed my family

My diamonds water just like jet skis

We push a button and we don’t touch keys

You seen everything but these

I’m on these niggas ass like Huskies (And Huggies)

It’s a homicide, it’s another butterfly, yeah

We tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (Yeah, uh)

Everything I did, I meant, I don’t have no regrets

I flew a ratchet bitch out, I put her on a private jet (She on a private jet)

I get so high I drop some codeine on my Percocets (Lean on my Percocets)

Everyday I hang with killers in them projects

I’m in them projects

Today, if I land in the hood, might walk past shit like trash

I starved for them young niggas just to make 'em happy, we ain’t going out sad

(Going out sad)

Grab your rag, young nigga, keep buying that spray paint (Buying that spray

paint)

Lil' nigga gon' murk something, run to a wall, then draw up, «Gang, gang»

Did a lot of dirt, put blood on that money, we was running through Band-Aids

(Running through Band-Aids)

Did a lot of dirt, she done fucked the whole hood, bitch went on a rampage

(Went on a rampage)

Say you gotta watch your back when it’s nighttime, hallway (The hallway)

I know some youngins got hit up in broad day

Rats, stray dogs in the hood, we don’t see no butterflies (We don’t see no

butterflies)

We just see a homicide (Just see a homicide)

'Til you see another cold case ('Til you see a mama cry)

Leave the funeral and buy more ratchets (Buy more ratchets)

Middle finger to all the badges (All the police)

Even if that phone start trippin', won’t hang up, we want all the static (We

want all the smoke)

Judge hit Joe with an L, that was probably for his own good (You know)

Mark got killed way in private, Kell died in his own hood

Ain’t no way I say

Dog caught a body, but he spin for a PC

With some money on his mind

Get rich off crime

Lil' goons know crime pays, they ain’t never gon' pay no taxes (Don't pay no

taxes)

Halloween, I was federal, them young niggas strapped up them masks

That molly done took over a young nigga brain, that’s why he so active

'Nother nigga got murked on the block, hood so hot, might see a cactus

Load the money in a trash bag

Gunshot, we like, «Where it’s at?»

They can tell 'em that the bad back

Yellow tape, we can’t go past that

It’s a homicide, it’s another butterfly ('Nother butterfly, yeah, yeah)

We tryna make it out, they got the hood traumatized (They got us traumatized,

yeah, yeah)

Everything I did, I meant, I don’t have no regrets

I flew a ratchet bitch out, I put her on a private jet (She on a private jet)

I get so high I drop some codeine on my Percocets (Lean on my Percocets)

Everyday I hang with killers in them projects

(J Cameron)

I’m in them projects

'Nother butterfly

Another homicide

They got us traumatized

We tryna make it out

It ain’t safe about it

On a private jet

We tryna get up out it

Make it out the jail

Got family depending on

We tryna make it out the jail