Lyrics:
a cinder block when they pour the mix
Sorta sick, this typa talent made Michael Jordan rich
Still a factor, I kill a rapper, my illest chapter
Criss
up
I'ma cast iron, teflon
Play one time
You cross lines
Bound to cross over to see God
Patnas tryna start rivalries
Pray that they eat just not on side
clean"
He's the prototype for the protocol
Looked the devil in the face is so appalled
On the cross, he crawled
He finished it all
Cautions out when I
If you not rockin' designer you cannot talk to me
Got the gold belt on me dripped up in Louis V
When I'm with Triple H I hit my pedigree
All the fake
can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they
over ain't no doubt I'm in trouble
Pray that I would live by faith, need strength to push through the rubble
I been tryna fight these battles I can't win
a hundred grand
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Man I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we
been tryna shoot me down, but they don’t see what I see
I’m so persuaded by the sound, just let me be what I’ll be, nah
Tryna cross your mind but they
When I move they goin' follow me
Yeah, you from D-Block right?
Ruff Rydin all night, you outta see my lights
Watch the 'gnac get chased by the champagne
when I'm with gang, yuh
Even when you bitches tell me that you by
My side as i lay on my
Belly express infidelity shit gettin
Smelly if you too emotional
I'm done, don't call
My phone or text me, i don't owe you shit
Niggas got both their hands out
But I don't owe them shit
When I was on my face
I
out in retro Jordan 1's
Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one
I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones
I take it all in hundreds,
the Henny, drunk totin)
It's motion on stage, put niggaz in a craze
Musical chairs when I raise like flags, a forte
Hell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags,
these song
When the day seems long,
Letting out what is wrong
So I can carry on,
Untill I'm dead and gone
Keep the wheels turning enough
So this ride it
the king oh you saved me
When this whole world tried to play me
You knew my worth cause you made me
Now I weep over the life that you gave me
In awe more
off course
Air jordan's, i'm one with the force
Don't cross me when you don't know the lord
Split you apart like parents divorce
I don't do this shit
loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just "Fuck
the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
(P.Diddy)
(over chorus: Hey yo, I got somethin new I wanna say, check this out
Hey Yo it can't stay
the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
(P.Diddy)
(over chorus: Hey yo, I got somethin new I wanna say, check this out
Hey Yo it can't stay
Jesus was a cross maker
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flyin' low for me
He wages war with the devil
A pistol by his side
And tho he
A thousand miles away from nowhere
Sloped over a chair as I stare
Out the window I sigh as I'm thinking
I take a sip of the juice I been drinking
I'm trapped
my shame
When a fountain of grace is running my way
I know I am Yours
And I was made for more
I know who I am 'cause I know who You are
The cross
We live, life by the moment
And spend it, 'cuz we ain't broke yet
That flew over, I know it
Ain't talking bout spending bread
I'm talking bout living
have soul
(That’s a gimmick) when you
Cross over just to go gold
(That’s a gimmick) when you’re not
A gangster but portraying a role
(That’s a gimmick)
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