Here are the complete lyrics of the song "Murda In His Eyes" by Dee Mula, including background, meaning, and song info.
Murda in His Eyes by Dee Mula Intro (Turn me up, YC) Chorus He got murder in his eyes, he ain't tryna get killed soâ forgiveâ him, God, ifâ he have to sin I can popâ it out Bodies get to droppin', get twisted ten, he gon'âspinâagain Niggasâhatin', I ain'tâdoin' shit butâgrowin' (Huh?) Bitches lie to your face, I ain't goin' (I ain't goin') Don't like ventin' 'cause they look at me differently (Why?) There was room for me, it's competition now (Damn) Rather fall back, keep my distance now I got kids, so I'm on a mission now Why you hatin'? I thought you was my dog In them shootouts, I still rocked a top See, they wanted me to win, they don't want a nigga win no more Closest niggas changed, I ain't got friends no more (Nah) Family throwin' shots like they ain't kin no more Got responsibilities, we ain't kids no more Verse Mama, look at your son, he was just on BET, I never knew I was gon' get right there (Huh?) But I knew I couldn't give up, if you fall, nigga, get up, shake this shit off, sit up Watch your step, don't get shot Sometimes, I get high and just think 'bout a lot Death before dishonor, one day, we gotta die Takin' shit to the grave with me If you know you gon' die, why you play with me? If you buck, then I'm buckin', don't play with me (Don't play with me) Once you let her slide, bitches start skatin' (Skatin') It been plenty times could've got a DV Once they get outta line, you gotta get 'em straight I'll die for this shit, I put thorns on Nothin' but demons 'round me, they got horns on Like the Xans, they 'bout to move slow and slow This a crazy pill, nigga, we ain't slow I just hit the club, Gucci on (Gucci) Say she fuck on them people like this my party (This my party, ho) Better not make the wrong move 'cause I'll take it there (Doo-doo-doo) Rearrange this bitch, make some space in here (Uh) This the life of a gangster, I really be livin' the shit niggas rappin' 'bout I ain't got shit to cap about (Nah) Put that pressure on niggas, they tappin' out (Damn) Chorus He got murder in his eyes, he ain't tryna get killed so forgive him, God, if he have to sin I can pop it out Bodies get to droppin', get twisted ten, he gon' spin again Niggas hatin', I ain't doin' shit but growin' Bitches lie to your face, I ain't goin' Don't like ventin' 'cause they look at me differently There was room for me, it's competition now Rather fall back, keep my distance now I got kids, so I'm on a mission now Why you hatin'? I thought you was my dog In them shootouts, I still rocked a top See, they wanted me to win, they don't want a nigga win no more Closest niggas changed, I ain't got friends no more Family throwin' shots like they ain't kin no more Got responsibilities, we ain't kids no more
The song "Murda In His Eyes" by Dee Mula is often interpreted as a reflection on emotional struggles, inner pain, and raw self-expression. The lyrics dive into personal feelings and vulnerability.
Dee Mula is an emerging artist known for emotional and expressive music, often categorized under underground hip-hop or pop.
You can stream the song on platforms such as Spotify, YouTube, SoundCloud, and Apple Music.
There may be unofficial uploads on YouTube, but Dee Mula has not released an official music video at the time of writing.