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try to cross you man his shirt say R.I.P.
Had to make up for them losses nigga like it's Maybelline
My lil nigga in the town, he got rich off of beans
I

your name, Play their game
Beg them on your knees
Find a way to please
Commit any crime
Cross every line

You been hanging with ghosts
That's for sure

a coyote vest
I had it all wrong thought I was good, cross on my chest.
Matthew 17 : 21
Ain't even in the book.
If we don't get
Back to basics
Loose our soul

different I'll be good by May
Just wish you knew that the other day
Didn't cross your mind giving me hints that just maybe you're not ready for this
And then

Look
I remember days we could stay up all night on a call
Jus to tell me that you love me
Yeah
I remember all the times that we shared so down by my

brothers
yeah I got this shit up out the mud all by myself

Yeah I can't believe it, had nobody to believe in
me Everything got harder, every day I'm prayin

Do you cry, when my eyes cross your mind
Do you think of the nights just you and I
Ashamed that I miss you
But with everything to lose
There's nothing

the hidden gem
Can tell by how you fold ya money if ya back bends
Bar for bar you not thorough you be on the fence
I hold the fire like the soldier clearing

I just find so pretty
And if the sun comes and everything we know is gone
I want you here, and they'll find us singing one last song

And all I've

fingers how many people really got my back 
If shit go down it's a rap, I can tell by how you act 
And that's a fact 
I ain't finna lie to you just so I

damage for free
Don't you ever try to fuckin cross me bitch
Silent Generation in this shit
so you wack-ass motherfuckers better fucking quit (huh?)
Keep

purse
She ain't got no check comin' on the first
Summertime and you know it's no school
So we had to keep it cool
Hit the community pool by ourselves

everything I see
Call hard in the pran every day, NBA

No bye weeks, no days off
Even out the eyes
Like coke in a jar
I always come back home

I play it rough

and mind
Give me the peace I can't find

I burn ablaze with a fire within
Of a desire boiling 'cross my skin
Consuming everything in the ways I've been
I

One day my soul will be judged
For the things I've done
I fear I'm not good enough
To be loved by the son
Cause someday I'll leave this earth
My

Prinx Emmanuel, You be the man
Sammy Hart on the flow
Kkardiak on the beat so cold
Do y'all need procold?
Everything on code and a vocoder
That's all for

the bag, yeah, I'm fuckin' on unhh
Deer in the headlights, feel like I'm stuck in the street
I'm tryin' to cross over, that's why I step on beats
I got

frozen
Big shit popping, they ain't stopping shit
Bitch, I was chosen!
Big bread winner, get the money by the loaf, You just loafing
Everybody get a bag

Madman drive by ina uber
Ina bway brain bullet dive like scuber
Guns dem rav like school buss
Champion shooters lef bway body full ah holes

Madman

up
Now everything is in a rut
So whats the use of trying
When you could just try to stop

If we cross paths again we'd look down and avoid eachothers

Shove a needle to my face, fill me up with fucking concrete
Let's abandon our flesh sell it out to fatty rich
Get fucked by the pigs tell 'em to go

finding the keys and driving forces
In space where obscure turns to light

Existing by themselves, stand alone and isolated
The embers cross the universe

white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

Yeah, I think I  should have moved on by now
You probably think I would never go back
I should

to myself
Though self-sabotage
Everything that I ever loved

When I'm dead and gone
Will I cross your mind
I don't know
But this emptiness is bottomless
These