Crossed Me Lyrics

Ayy

Veyster

I'm in the stu with my nigga, Dotte, yeah

Yes, sir

Look

If I said I love you and you crossed me, you can't get a second chance

I'll take your fucking life before I let you stop the plan

A hundred-something shots with me, I ain't got no friends

You said he asking for a front, I need some cheese in advance

They say I switched up on em', I ain't switch it up at all

I was down on my dick, all I needed was a call

Why she crying on my line? I don't fuck with her at all

All I wanted was the head, I can't even break her walls

I done seen a lot of things, I was prepared for the worst

I'll flip that fucking dog before you catch me doing work

This my last fucking chance, man, this shit better work

I'm my own fucking boss, I get paid before the first

Man, I miss that fucking sauce, that shit was green, but now it's burnt

Materialistic things get me, thousand dollar T-shirt

You never know who real until you making pape, now they lurking

I hit her off the first link, you still ain't smashed you a burger

Nigga asked me how I did it, all a nigga did was rap

I would tell him more, but I can't, it's just the facts

Almost went broke, nigga, I spent my last on a pack

But my nigga taught me how to spend a band and make it back

I put my heart down, best move a nigga ever made

Still around the same niggas, I can never be a lame

Man, I miss them rainy days, it was me, Jerry, and Dame

I ain't never satisfied to me and gang in the range

You in my city, want a feature, need ten blues, just to speak

Best advice I ever got was, "know your friends, spot a leach"

Yeah, I don't write shit, get on these beats and fucking preach

Touch some money, hit my jeweler, put some diamonds on my teeth, nigga

If I said I love you and you crossed me, can't get no second chance

I'll run off on them boys before I ever take a stand

A hundred-something stash, got like 50 in my pants

Already hit 100k, I'm trying to touch a hundred bands

My nigga asked me, am I straight? I ain't know what to tell him

At the age of 16, I almost got my first felony

Kinda knew you was fake, but it was the real, what you telling me

I trusted you dog, like how the fuck you try to tell on me

I'm up now, I ain't really tripping off that shit

I'm the hardest young nigga, but I knew that for a minute

I'm a go-getter, always been the type to go and get it

I'm fighting ghetto demons, this shit crazy, I don't get it

We the type of niggas hit our own licks, ain't have to split it

I'm surrounded by rich niggas, see me and go figure

I'm a cold nigga, I can't rock my ice up in the picture

We hit the road with the pack, after I get it, then it's finished

I ain't tripping, my last bitch left me, I don't miss her

Said my goodbyes to my daddy, I'm gon' take care of my sister

These drugs killing me, I gotta get them out my system

I'm tired of the chop, I'm about to spray them with the..

I did two shows, I'm fucking hoes, I'm on the road

Heard the opps coming in, she set them up, we finna go

I can name like six niggas, y'all losing it ain't close

I walked in the mall, spent ten just for clothes

It was actually five, but you know, ten just sound better

Ay, ay, ay, ay

I was walking through the rain, now I'm sitting in the range

This shit was getting hectic, thank God the bag came

You can hear it in my voice, I'm tired, I feel pain

I'm in my own fucking league, me and you niggas not the same

It's so many niggas, bro

Fake friends, fake smiles

I always kept it real

Man, it's crazy, cause like, when everything started to go bad, that's when I went crazy

I'm ready for this shit

Veyster