Lyrics from Instagram Live

[Intro: [?]]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take

[Pre-Chorus: Scrim & Brad Douriff]
Yeah, shoot 'em up
(It's a Smash)
Yeah, shoot 'em down
Yeah, shoot 'em up
Yeah, shoot 'em up (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah, shoot 'em up (Woah)
Shoot 'em up (Let's get it)
Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up

[Chorus: Scrim]
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)
Let's get it
Drugged up, I don't give a fuck (Let's get it)
You know I'm high off the cup
All of these weapons, if I could just [?] I send them to Heaven like God (Murda)
I'm gettin' high off the gun smoke
[?]
Welcome to Hell, every man for himself, you know in my city it's [?] (Murda)
All of my vices, they hauntin' me
I know the Devil stay warnin' me (Murda)
Sign of the cross, get up off of me
Gun on my hip like it's part of me (Murda)
Shoot 'em, then walk away, pardon me
All of my bitches are harmin' me
They might fuck him but they wanted me
Blowin' my bands at the pharmacy
They know it's murda when I hit the town
I throw up them three's and bring out them rounds
[?] I got my [?]
[?]
[?] ice in my chains
[?] don't know my age
[?] for me to be [?]
White trash swervin' that pick-up
30 mil just from my neck up
I can't help but to flex up
Fuck they talkin' 'bout, rest up
[?]
Adderall got me pimped up
[?]
Yung christ, I'm boutta bless up
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Bringin' that, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Bringin' that, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Bringin' that, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Part II

Lay me down to sleep
I'm ready [?] soul to keep
[?] before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul will take
Lay me down to sleep
I'm ready [?] soul to keep
[?] before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul will take

Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Everyday bringin' that pressure
Middle finger to whoever
I'm gettin' head in that rolls
From a bitch that look like cinderella
If I die, it's so funny [?]
All my ties, they flat though
[?]
Bring the price down with [?]
[?]
Wanna see me high [?]
[?]
Keep a pistol [?] shoot to shoot
Conversation [?] wish he knew
[?] mountain view
Be trippin' 'bout [?]
That's some shit my account do [?]
[?]
Dead feelings like [?]
We can fuck but what's the cost?
You just leavin' with your heart broke
Eyes red on a dark road
Poppin' pills off the [?]
Know they hatin' but I don't care [?]
[?] above my head
[?] we'll all be dead (Let's go, let's go)
Yeah, I got the [?]
Even though I said I wasn't sick
Know that I pray you [?]
I tend to take [?]
[?]
[?]
Turn this [?]
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, shoot 'em up
Yeah, shoot 'em down
Yeah, shoot 'em up
Yeah, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em up (Woah)
Shoot 'em up (Woah)
Shoot 'em up (Woah)

[Chorus]
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)
Murder up on my mind
It's murda (Murda)