story on my murder

I'm ridin' with my crew, yeah, we stay on the grind, Spotted an op, now it's time to unwind, Pull up real quick, hit the gas, no delay, Leave him on the curb, watch us fade away. Told him spin back, but he ain't got the heart, Not dead yet, man, we just playin' our part, Blood on the scene, paintin' streets like art, Ghostin' through the city, we ain't leavin' a mark. Adrenaline rush, yeah, we livin' that life, Rollin' with the gang, cuttin' sharp like a knife, Speed off in the whip, watch the lights blur and fade, In this game of survival, we ain't ever afraid We spin back around and he standing so i pop him again now hes dead for sure