Cross Me

Yeah Ain't have no food, it was work in the freezer Pour up that mud, sip that bitch by the liter Ain't have no food, it was work in the freezer Pour up that mud, sip that bitch by the liter Look how I won, they thought I was done Fightin my demons, I sleep wit ah gun Like he band shooter, keep him a drum Screamin omerta, serve him red rum I pull up the disguised dressed like a nun No remorse, his hit back if he run How could you cross me, everything was all good Look up, I'm balling, NBA, no all wood At this point, I just gotta make it Feel the fake love, they givin the hatred Talkin down on me, get you a face lift Said you need some, you gotta take it I be drippin, and these niggas so basic Painting pictures, man I used to hate it Made it from the bottom, windows tinted in the basement From the streets, I'm a piece of the pavement In the field wit no cleats, I'm amazin I'm the type, disrespect what you claimin Fuck his body, head shots when we aimin Stay safe tell my niggas stay dangerous Thinking, damn, we was just having bad times Could've died today, was tappin the landline Walk life, In my hood, we got landmines Plug threw ah bomb, thats a touchdown Chains hangin, jewelry tryna hang me Real boss, hop off porsche and went famous Took my time to the gin and I ate it Told my shordie, wait on me, give me patience I was starvin while them niggas were feastin Shittin on em everytime, for no reason Say you love me, how are you leavin Prayin to god, I walk wit them demons Been in a gang, got my badge of achievement Heard he got, ima take it, I need it We been ballin, all em boys on the bleachers Remember the times, they said they ain't need us Way they crossing, man that shit should be treason Cold hearted, man I keep me ah heater Road Runna, we was swipin them visas Down bad, man they said they ain't need us I know some nigga that slimey My cruddy buddy right beside me Could find him in the alley, creepin lil, tryna catch him ah body Glock .17, hold thirty three better bring ah bomb when you come for me When I got it time, why they turn their backs, oh my god they said they was down wit me Throw my cape on, clip wit the mission Bring my dawgs home, I gotta get em Stones on me, Mel, shit got me drippin Stack the money at the top, I ain't the type to go spend it Pink slips, nigga nothin aint printed Fish bowls, heard they want me attendin On a roll like I'm workin for Mission Man And If I go, I don't know if I come again Eviction, know they posted and we had to go Guns clappin like the end of a show Pick the runna corner, auntie sniffin the blow That shit hurt my soul Yeah