[Intro]

Murder: Hey you! Give me your money or die!
Young Misty: Okay, okay! Here!
Murder: *slices his arm*

[Verse]

Said you want my money
I know I can't even bring it
The murder make me bring it
Hit my woodie okay
XXX, I put molly on that hole
Ice on my neck, it's already snowed
Chosen for the hella fame
I'll make sure i get that hella name

[Hook]
Murder makes me famous
Falling bodies in my lustrous
Murder makes me famous
Falling bodies in my lustrous
We will know the day we leaving this Earth
We need you Lord, for all of our worth
We will know the day we leaving this Earth
We need you Lord, for all of our worth