CrossRoads (feat. Jthrilla & 09 Jayy)

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Criedmoney

Criedmoney is a musical artist whose genre is primarily alternative pop. They are known for their introspective and emotional lyrics, with a sound that combines elements of electronic and indie music. Criedmoney has released several acclaimed singles and EPs, gaining a dedicated following for their unique musical style and poignant storytelling. more »

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This love is from the dark side I meet you at the crossroads
My love gotta keep your feelings, tucked they'll hurt you
When you show em love, cross the line, gang sends you
To the land of ants, bones and bugs oh

They ain't Show no love, oh we don't, give a f*ck
What you bout shit, close rangers dismount shit
Tryna flip your car, make you reroute quick
I know you ain't bout this, catch him slippin' first

Thing on bro, mind, get em gone
762  hit your skin, boy you ain't gon' make it home
So you better keep the peace, before you get smoked like some runts
Chopper bullets hit you it'll turn you to some dust

Baby this love is from the dark side, is it you
Can I trust
Cause if you a back door you get plucked like a duck
Why we looking for the goose

Are you for me? Let's be true
All the war, bloody truth
Chopper ringer, ain't no troops
Four one steppin , cross the line

Then we get at you
Tryna give you the blues
If it's up you better not snooze

Niggas go off emotion till it's time to meet reality
Hit you with something with a hundred shots capacity
Yeah, close rangers, leave casualties
Make sure they gone I know the reaper been proud of me

This love is from the dark side I meet you at the crossroads
My love gotta keep your feelings, tucked they'll hurt you
When you show em love, cross the line, gang sends you
To the land of ants, bones and bugs oh

They ain't Show no love, oh we don't, give a f*ck
What you bout shit, close rangers dismount shit
Tryna flip your car, make you reroute quick
I know you ain't bout this, catch him slippin' first

Thing on bro, mind, get em gone
762  hit your skin, boy you ain't gon' make it home

2-2-3, hit your whip
Boy, you ain't gon' make it home

Even though I'm a felon
Yeah, I still talk to chrome
Loving me ain't easy, baby
Yeah, I know

Let a nigga play with gang
Then I'm bound to kick his door
Everybody on the floor, where the safe at
I seen a nigga get a drop, where kids play at

Feds snatch me up, I don't know
Nothing in that straight facts
This love dark, your day ones
Be the ones to stab you in your damn back

Run to the money like a touchdown
Next 20 that I touch, I might get a bust down
Oh, see my niggas at the crossroads
I see my niggas at the crossroads

This love is from the dark side I meet you at the crossroads
My love gotta keep your feelings, tucked they'll hurt you
When you show em love, cross the line, gang sends you
To the land of ants, bones and bugs oh

They ain't Show no love, oh we don't, give a f*ck
What you bout shit, close rangers dismount shit
Tryna flip your car, make you reroute quick
I know you ain't bout this, catch him slippin' first

Thing on bro, mind, get em gone
762  hit your skin, boy you ain't gon' make it home

You call me yo bro, but you actin like hoe
Running to the ops the bitch be mouthing on low

If you love me, don't tell me, just let it show Because
They gon wish they did
When it's my time to be on

Bro just called play,
He quarterbackin on the phone
The green touch down, now we back out on the road Whipping through the city, where it's griddy But the speaker knocker for low

I been for up 7 days, 5 different way, I'm trynna get paid
If they in the way, the choppa spray, because nowadays
They love to play, like I'm the one for the games

They gon come this way and see a different side today

This love is from the dark side I meet you at the crossroads
My love gotta keep your feelings, tucked they'll hurt you
When you show em love, cross the line, gang sends you
To the land of ants, bones and bugs oh

They ain't Show no love, oh we don't, give a f*ck
What you bout shit, close rangers dismount shit
Tryna flip your car, make you reroute quick
I know you ain't bout this, catch him slippin' first

Thing on bro, mind, get em gone
762  hit your skin, boy you ain't gon' make it home

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