Put these cracka’s to bed All those memories I don’t wanna remember Like the two shots in my homies head Leavin the hood Cuz a All these cracka’s who would It’s all because of me Or maybe it ray I don’t know man Who wants to say I sorry but I gotta go The rich life wit da city lights is to slow Man I will remember this for the rest off my life Prolly in the afterlife Only in murderapolis Hell yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Only in murderapolis Sure this is only my first Tryna come back Tryna block out all the noise tryna block out the attack My moms think I’m goin crazy Look I’m sorry ma It’s just things are sorta hasty Yeah Yeah Yeah Justa notha day in murderapolis