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Never gon flip and I promise
What problem, I told you just call me
Dressing in blue girl, you know you my crodie
And fuck who you did have before me
All

Dressing up or dressing Bummy
Either way it's giving something
You ain't taking nothing from me
This is God given
The Ari shooting gold like its Jeremy Piven

a lamb to slaughter
Dressing up like a wolf among sheep
Your behavior has become recreant
Your cowardous is yours to keep
You're the weakest link)

Wrong

to change her belt

If I see sumn in ya
You Know I'm gone step

Shooting my shot just like I'm Steph

I'm from the project
But came cross success

If we being

on the gas
Cross me once you can't ever come back
L.O.M and I'm standing on that
Fiji Fiji Fiji water
Dripping the Pacific Ocean
Proceed with caution if you

Maybe I gonna die
Maybe I gonna die
Water turns to the sky
Water turns to the sky
The Cross in the Fire
Death on the Night

Now I can see I'm walking

the fuck
These mainline Ricky kicks not no chucks
He went outside that boy outta luck
I feel like Giannis cross em for the Bucks
If I'm being honest I don't

AHEAD!

Sometimes it’s luck dressing up like it’s destiny
Here in this town of toys where good and evil cross each other
We’re in the labyrinth where

all bout loyalty you cross me then that's it
They all like to plot based wherever I go
Surrounded by a lot I can't take things slowly
They want me

These mainline Ricky kicks not no chucks
He went outside that boy out of luck
I feel like Giannis cross them for the Bucks
If I'm being honest I don't

Last Breath

Birdman

Rich Forever

2012

Talkin' panhandle pimpin', niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the 'jects, relocating the tenants

But in the dressing you were ready to kill them 

Your closet is full of cute little monsters 

But in the dressing you were ready to kill them 

Do you

Rocky
Feeling myself yeah I'm big and I'm cocky
I shoot my shot with yo bitch you can't block me
Cant cross me you niggas ain't Kyrieee Yeahhhh
Two Racks

Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire

to feel like my birthday
They can't stop the cake
I like what I like
I like catching flights
I don't check the price
I like dressing nice
I don't fuck with

[HOOK] 

I ain’t pray for a lot but I’m praying this
And I pray that, that boy keep on minding his business 
Cause you cross the line then I’m very

cha range and my cross is sick
murda incorporated, of course ya hate it
Outlawz inforce the hate, you get cross created
from the Clair to North Bricks,

bitch winning 
No competition 
Broke bitch, know you slick
Acting like you got it 
Me, I'm a flaunt it
Dressing in the finest

Rich bitch got a list
No

Whats love? 
Still can't feel no love
I be too high off these drugs
All that pain gone make me Po up
Nigga try to cross my brother
Make me load my

two

We'll go chasing over bridges
A new wind in our heels
Racing cross the hard, wet sand
Just to see how the ocean feels

I hear you playing in your

slimeball, I don't know none bout no Young Nudy
Rappers dressing like bitches this shit starting to confuse me
Even though Young Ma a dyke I'll still fuck

Neva ahlone
Oh mah gawd
The moneys calling I ain’t wasting no time
If you cross me you’ll lose your life
I fuck with the pasta I fuck with the wine

the white with the brown
Me not having loud
Tell me how that sound
I'm too stand up
Only sit down wit bosses
Getting cross faded
But you don't wanna cross us

speakin then I can't talk
A lot of niggas act holy when that time cross
It's been a few niggas close but they ain't line cross
The homies aimin at his head