Cross The Line
Fuckin' with me when a line get drawn
You want war, that's what them gods is for
Ha! So many niggas think they
Built for the war
But let's see how much you can laugh
With a gun in this drawer
Fuckin' with me when a line get drawn
You want war, that's what them gods is for
Ha! So many niggas think they
Built for the war
But let's see how much you can laugh
With a gun in this drawer
I said the hood niggas feel 'em
Niggas want a name for themself
And to kill 'em, tangerine peel 'em
Paul wall grill 'em, rap niggas trash
And it's like I'm paralyzed 'cause it's
Hard to leave 'em feeling
On packets and I ship weight
Show my ass in all of these mixtapes
And run through holes like the inmate
I'm from the hood so I love cash
I turned your crib to a
Bloodbath, won it all, fuckheads
I'm still pitching on that back block
Turning cocaine to crack rock, I'm balling
You a mascot
Hear my flow, nigga, it's past hot
I killed you and have you hanging
Off wires like a laptop
Yeah, nigga, I'm feeling myself
When it come to the clique, we bosses
We do it ourself
Approaching, no chauffeur, learn it myself
You mentionin' me? You better
Off killing yourself
And you know it's all me if
You talkin' 'bout dirty business raw yay
Got the fiends nodding in thirty minutes
I love money, wouldn't let it pass me by
Movin' nuggets in Detroit like Allen I
Write this out, soldiers
I got niggas to cuddle from here to there
I call 'em my deep throaters
Got a few mooks, hoovers, and trained rollers
One quick blink, nigga your day's over