Ahksxma - Cross Me Lyrics

Ain't have no food it was work in the freezer
Pour up that mud sip that by the liter
Look how I won they thought I was done
Fighting my demons I sleep wit a gun
Like he in a band shooter keepem drum
Screaming out murder serve red rum
Pull disguise dress like a nun
No remorse hit his back if he run
How could u cross me...
Everything was all good
Look up I'm balling nba no hardwood
At this point I just gotta make it
I feel the fake love they giving the hatred
Talking down on me type of shit get u a face lift
Say you need sum from me you gone have to take it
I be dripping and these niggas so basic
Penny pinching man man I use to hate it
Made it from the bottom wit no stairs in the basement
From the streets imma piece of the pavement
In the field wit no cleats im amAzing
Im the type disrespect what u claiming
F*ck his body head shots when we aiming
Stay safe tell my niggas stay dangerous
Thinking dam. We just had just having bad times
Hood Indicted they was tappin the land lines
Walk lite in my hood we got land mines
Plug threw a hunnit yards that's a touchdown
Chains hanging jewler he tryna hang me
Real boss hop out Porsche feeling famous
Took my time to the chin and I ate it
Told my shawty wait on me gimme some patient
I was starving while them niggas was feasting
Shitting on em everytime for no reason
Say you love me how is you leaving?
Praying to god I walk wit them demons
Been in the game got my badge of achievement
Heard he got it imma take it I need it
We been balling while them boys on them bleachers
Remember the time they said they aint need us
Way they crossed me man that shit should be treason
Coldhearted man I keep e a heater
Roadrunning we was swiping them visas
Down bad man they said we aint equaal
I know sum niggas that's simey
My cruddy buddy right beside me
Can find him inna alley
Creeping low tryna catchem a body
Glock 17 hold 33
Better bring a bomb when u come for me (Yea yea)
When I got dat Time how they turned they back
Oh my god they said they done wit me
Throw my cape on complete the mission
Bring my dawgs home I gotta gettem
Stones on me melting shit got me dripping
Stack the money aint the type to go spend it
Pink slips nigga nothing aint rented
Fish bowl heard they want me aint tinted
On a roll like I'm working for Michelin
If I go I don't know if ill come again
Eviction noticed posted e had to go
Guns clapping like the end of a show
Peeked around the corner aunty sniffing the blow
That shit hurt my soul...