Lyrics:
I said that same shit about ten years ago
Same nigga but now my tech is by my window
Been reppin threes wearin black
Since the days of block parties
"Well hello there little boy.
Now don't be shy.
Step right up, I'm a reasonable guy.
Don't be frightened by the look in my eye.
I'm just your
gon' comfort your mama
She cryin' and cryin'?
Them hollows keep flyin'
I hope I don't get hit by one
Of them bitches and end up dyin'
My lifestyle get
that I was given
By Buddha and all his disciples
Some of the time I be thinkin so much
That it lead me to biting the tip of my rifle
But I really gotta
in the bank I’m a saver
Nice restaurant big tip for the waiter
Back to the ends big whip and a bake off
shit, Send your girl a dick pic
She just want a quick tip
I'm always down to give it Ay
Imma waste your time Ay
Your girl on my line Ay
When your
a hollow tip
I hit a skull and stop it from another trip
Need a color that's dead way, new stainless blade in that next grave
Leave for time to make hell
tip I’ll
Cross it off the list
Chillin and killin on a Sunday
Negativity can’t phase
Keep you guessing catch phrase
On this purple haze
Why we call it
Introduction:
We're The Cross Movement,
which is an alliance of (uh) born again believers in Jesus Christ
that are trusting God by His grace
the other day I was feeling low and uptight
looking for some quiet underneath a stormy sky
looking to slow down time that zips by in the blink
niggas peeled
All my opps that's alive, they live in fear
All these hollow tips and nines, they end careers
Play that Remble in your car, his shit be
Looked at me with a dead eyed stare,
No time to spare a second for a silent prayer,
Face is blue, you won't come to,
Can't even imagine a life
I run and hide to heal again from basic taste of death I'm getting
From the times of dealing with relationship-recklessness
And now I'm hiding in
Rap 84 of the 83, ain't rhyme them and they end with me,
How you pay to get in the club, and then hate on the pressure y'all pay to see
Now we got
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
uncomfortably ridin' my tip
Abilities is upstairs stealin' your shit
You want props, stop runnin' your mouth
Just give a pound, buy a CD, and be out
Yo, you
her jacked up on some cheap champagne
We'll let the good times all roll out
And if the music ain't good, well it's just too bad
We're gonna sing
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