Hemlock - Crossfire Lyrics

Dont get caught in the crossfire
Aim to kill
Dis the king
Royal rumbles went haywire
Dont Get caught in no crossfire
Nah
Crumble down build my empire
Back in the nineties we all needed things big
Now kids wit lil names pump out shitty gucci hits
Admit it I be playin them angles like trig
That schtick my girl Sia sing behind the wig
Let me park it son Michael J Fox driving stick
Now spark a blunt get lit go Tyrese throw a fit
On IG got a Venmo from the Smiths copped a fifth
Handle criticism proper or get some thicker skin
Like flush a set of twins truly not give two shits
Bit the big apple ate it whole n spit out the pits
So Hush when you win stay humble in the end
If you lose your way or wits you crumble at the stem
N back in the nineties PA sticker meant bleep
Had a Radio at my Head feelin like a Creep
Dont sleep on or mix me in a dream with some sheep
Leave you six feet give you that spiritual retreat
When I drop trust that shit has some pungency
Let go try to yank my strings gipetto I master puppetry
These wankers falsetto bitches sing whats up to me
Tell them I'm roamin over through Rome and Tuscany
I so suddenly change my mind girl way to uppity
Kick her out my crib need one more Threes Company
Tryin to smash that really this girls buggin me
An airhead ready to pop so bubbly
Ever wonder if the flours worth the stale bread
Tail between your legs when homie runs up with them dreads
Listen dog quit jumpin and try to hump my leg
Who comes first my chick Humpty Dumpty crack her egg
Dont get caught in the crossfire
Aim to kill
Dis the king
Royal rumbles went haywire
Dont Get caught in no crossfire
Nah
Crumble down build my empire
Fakes out trying to change the real you
And forget who you are until it feels true
Gaining weight got the pound out from the EU
Flying overseas just for cultural mileu
About that cake don't mistake the bake watch her pie move
Out in philly with some eagles glide with a fly crew
Labels have you signing fool they just tryin to buy you
Flood the chain so dirty think it came out the bayou
Your bush league seems its time for a little trim
Dont fiddle round deaths a riddle brought on by a whim
Reap what you sew I can tell you that the needles grim
Euphoria seeps and your eyes grow real dim
Everythings slow glazed over thats the prelim
Say it with your chest best believe the steels Valyrian
A little off the top two percent milk it off the skim
Stomp you out Smoky Bear in a brand new pair of Timbs
Dont get caught in the crossfire
Aim to kill
Dis the king
Royal rumbles went haywire
Dont Get caught in no crossfire
Nah
Crumble down build my empire
Dont get caught in the crossfire
Crumb down build my empire
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