MURDER. - Tobe Nwigwe

I never give it mercy

Yeah, yeah—y-yeah—yeah

I never give it mercy

Murder she wrote

I never give it mercy

Yeah, buyakah, buyakah!

Get twisted

Look, every beat I’m on, I never give it mercy

Like an alpha, the flow’s ice cold

The flow H2O if you’re thirsty

Every bar I spit soothe your soul

Like murder she wrote

If you’re talkin' bout appropriation

The whole nation guilty by association

This whole system need exfoliation

You keep commandments, but you devilish

So really, you a holy Satan

How you Muslim but you roll with bacon?

Hell, I ain’t Muslim, I’m just sayin'

If you acting, that’s the role you playing

Don’t judge me, you need to listen, akh

Hell, I’m approaching 30

That’s when all that nae-nae and whippin' stops

Don’t get it twisted, I’m with God 'til the ticking stops

But anybody can catch these hands like the chickenpox

Quick to box if you threaten me or my family

From the Swat, so watch how you speak when you handle me

Flow is hot, boy, I bring more heat than a candle bring

Thotties bop every time I be where the cameras be

Not to brag, hahaha

Hold up, let me get back in my bag

Look, I don’t JuJu on the Beat, I’m a guru when I speak

No papaya, I’m a naija boy, that’s fufu when I eat

I’ma lose you if you weak, catch a bruise if you repeat

I’m Desmond Tutu, your flow boo-boo

Ga-ga-goo-goo when you speak

You got baby flow, pacifier, all I spit is dragon fire

Desecrate all the food on my plate, this beat an appetizer

Yuh, I ain’t even touched the main course

It take work to get it popping like champagne corks

Stained floor in my living room, Fat be in there painting

Facebook Live, almost 20,000, check out our engagement

Yuh, spirit was thick, it had me shedding tears

Low-key, felt like Jameis Winston during freshman year

Heisman, no disguising, I get live when

I see the visions of the Mini-Mes on the horizon

Me and Fat, synergy, coincidentally surprising

She had me on bended knee, the image was polarizing

Guys, when you find the one, you should lock her up

Hit a knee, put a ring on it, and knock her up

Yeah, the beat sick, it’s getting doctored up

Please tell the fat lady sing the opera

It’s over

I never give it mercy

Yeah, y—yeah—yeah

I never give it mercy

Murder she wrote