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Ahksxma - Cross Me Lyrics

Ain’t have no food it was work in the freezer
Pour up that mud sup that Shit by the liter
Look how I won.. they thought I was done
Fighting my demons I sleep wit gun
Like he a band shooter keep em a drum
Screaming out murder serving red rum
I pull up disguised.. dressed like a nun
No remorse ..hit his back if he run

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How could you cross everything was all good
Look up I’m balling nba no hardwood


At This point I just gotta make it
Feel the fake love the envy the hatred
Talking down on me get you a face lift
Say you need sum you gotta take it
I be dripping and the niggas so basic
Penny pinching Man I used to hate it
Made it from the bottom in the stairs wit no basement
From the streets imma piece of the pavement
In the field wit no cleats I’m amazing
I’m the type disrespect what you claiming
Fuck his body his shots when we aiming
Stay safe? Tell my niggas stay dangerous!
Thinking damn we was just having bad times
Hood indicted they was tapping the land lines
Walk light... in my hood we got land mines
Plug threw a bomb.. that’s a touchdown
Chains hanging jeweler he tryna hang me
Real boss hop put Porsche feeling famous
Took my time to the chin and I ate it
Told my shorty wait on me gimme patience
I was starving while them niggas was feasting
Shitting on em every time for no reason
Say you love me how could you leave
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 the bleachers
Remember the times they said they ain’t need us
Way they cross me man that shit should be treason
Cold hearted man I keep me a heater
Road running we was swiping them visas
Down bad man they said we ain’t equal
I know some niggas that’s slimeY
My cruddy buddy right besides me
Can find him in a alley creepin low tryna catch him a body
Glock 17 hold 33 better bring a bomb when u come for me
When I got that time how they turned they backs
Omg they said they was 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 ain’t the type to go spend it
Pink slip nigga nun ain’t rented
Fish bowl heard they want me ain’t tinted
On a roll like I’m working for Michelin
If I go..idk if I’ll come again
Eviction notice posted we had to go
Guns clapping like the end of a show
Peaked around the corner aunty sniffing the blow
That shit hurt my soul