Nick Coleman - Murder the Case Lyrics

Young man, stuck in the ways
Brotha got eye on the case
Up in the mind call it fate
I got a hit on my phone
I wanna see all the talk
You like a dog with a bone
Walk-in, murder the case like OJ
Fresh to death what the bro say
Give me the play I rotate
Back in the spot, she stay down
I got a pound, I de-bone
Turn off the phone no ring-tone
Nah nah nah
Brodie just beat another case today
Bring out the whip we race today
Get my pay , I'm paid today
In a Birkin bag, no fear I hop out save my brudda today
On the west coast, save a life today
Ain't going left, doing right today
3 times out of 10 better get your batting average straight
Y'all boys just average
Ah, fucking up on each take
I remember all that happened
All of it happens for a reason
I don't want it back shit
Y'all wanna get even
I just, came in the game, with only my name
Never a pawn, I'm keeping my toes down
All of the words that I wrote down
Call up my momma now
Check how it go in the hometown
Still, I'm smoking my potent
Walk-in
Murder the case like OJ
Fresh to death what the bro say
Give me the play I rotate
Back in the spot, she stay down
I got a pound, I de-bone
Turn off the phone no ring tone
Partner got with me with the wholesale
When it hit, who gon tell
Central Valley with the real kush
Feeling like a whole drug cartel
I step in the building like pac
Feeling the game, climb to the top
It feel like the matrix, dodging these haters, broads, bullets, bullets, and shots
Yeah motha fucka wanna talk I'm feeling the negative energy
I let it all fuel everything in me
I'm feeling it all in front of me
Letting the photo develop, they rendering everything
Give em a go, take your best run at me
I got the flow, the water in front of me
I'm in the kitchen, cooking with cutlery
Clean like the dishes, feeding my company
Making her song, this is the harmony
Getting it good, you ain't know shit bout me
Hopping the fence, ended up risking it all
I'm right here in the mix
I think about pain, loss, lane switched goddam
Walk-in, murder the case like OJ
Fresh to death what the bro say
Give me the play I rotate
Back in the spot, she stay down
I got a pound, I de-bone
Turn off the phone no ring-tone

Young man, stuck in the ways
Brotha got eye on the case
Up in the mind call it fate
I got a hit on my phone
I wanna see all the talk
You like a dog with a bone
Walk-in, murder the case like OJ
Fresh to death what the bro say
Give me the play I rotate
Back in the spot, she stay down
I got a pound, I de-bone
Turn off the phone no ring-tone
Nah nah nah
Brodie just beat another case today
Bring out the whip we race today
Get my pay , I'm paid today
In a Birkin bag, no fear I hop out save my brudda today
On the west coast, save a life today
Ain't going left, doing right today
3 times out of 10 better get your batting average straight
Y'all boys just average
Ah, fucking up on each take
I remember all that happened
All of it happens for a reason
I don't want it back shit
Y'all wanna get even
I just, came in the game, with only my name
Never a pawn, I'm keeping my toes down
All of the words that I wrote down
Call up my momma now
Check how it go in the hometown
Still, I'm smoking my potent
Walk-in
Murder the case like OJ
Fresh to death what the bro say
Give me the play I rotate
Back in the spot, she stay down
I got a pound, I de-bone
Turn off the phone no ring tone
Partner got with me with the wholesale
When it hit, who gon tell
Central Valley with the real kush
Feeling like a whole drug cartel
I step in the building like pac
Feeling the game, climb to the top
It feel like the matrix, dodging these haters, broads, bullets, bullets, and shots
Yeah motha fucka wanna talk I'm feeling the negative energy
I let it all fuel everything in me
I'm feeling it all in front of me
Letting the photo develop, they rendering everything
Give em a go, take your best run at me
I got the flow, the water in front of me
I'm in the kitchen, cooking with cutlery
Clean like the dishes, feeding my company
Making her song, this is the harmony
Getting it good, you ain't know shit bout me
Hopping the fence, ended up risking it all
I'm right here in the mix
I think about pain, loss, lane switched goddam
Walk-in, murder the case like OJ
Fresh to death what the bro say
Give me the play I rotate
Back in the spot, she stay down
I got a pound, I de-bone
Turn off the phone no ring-tone