Cross Me ft. Styles P & Nasic Lyrics

Gettin to the guap

Smokin on a raw tho

Not running from the law nor

Running from the Lord

But you cross me

You gon get fucked like a porno

Hammer with the switch that is not my steez

Out the game but connected with niggas from Medellin

If you dream of killing when you wake you better scream

Im sorry ghost I take shrooms like im Mario

Luigi nine in the car i'm in a rari tho

Maybe the Lamb or the Porsche with the Sicario

With some black gorilla niggas

But even all alone I still, woulda kill a nigga

But I aint tryna kill

I just want the bills and the check

I'm just tryna stretch

You just wanna flex

Part Malcolm part DM, one third of the L.O

And you know I keep it mellow but the spot marks X

I ain't dead but im doin well just for context

Ghost

Gotta stay in focus go harder ever

Half these niggas in they feelings they soft as a feather

Ask me if I need a break I say it's always never

The way she hold me down she bound to get that Loui sweater

I had your back through thick n thin how dare you cross me

Next time you need a hit don't try n call me

And I can't seem to keep these demons from up off me

Cause the life I live is fast I'm moving costly

I'm not afraid to take a risk

But you would do the same just for some ice up on your wrist

Every time I take a shot you know that I won't miss

Can't get in my section cause you can't get on the list

Where I'm from this ain't a sport, my hood we play for keeps

While you out here pushing packs I'm out here pushing peaks

Can't afford to face the feds I know they doin sweeps

Paranoia from my past, im shaking off the creeps

This shit is deep

Back in the Kitchen

Making shit you niggas claim you dont want but the game actually missin

Either it's hard to stay focus or i'm just trippin

Shawty think i'm Mike Jones cause im still tipping

I aint flexing, the game aint start but im checked in

Young nigga coming from the west end

East coast spitter I aint stepping out for less than

Couple hundred benji's mathematics i've been testing

Street shit cooked

Money on your books from yo shawty back home

Niggas on your phone said she giving up dome

In the glass house now you wanna throw stones

They playin man to man but now you wanna run zone

I aint make the rules im just sayin how it go

I ain't in the field i just tell em where to throw

My life ain't no script this shit aint know show

You can get wit us tell me what you wanna know