Lyrics Double Crossed (feat. JA13N) - Saint Rose

What the fuck happened
What the fuck happened
What the fuck happened
What the fuck, what the fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I've been sippin' on the liquor
I just put some bag in my system
I might be the last one you're missin'
I just passed on her sister
She was kind of bad, I ain't trippin'
Know my shawty gas and I'm hittin'
I know math like maticious
Add it up and pass to my niggas
Gotta get the bag 'cause we different
Know them niggas mad in my city
They just had to grab another victim
Know this shit get bad when you winnin'

What the fuck happened
All the time that we lost, all the smiles dead and gone, something's wrong, man
What the fuck happened
All the love in my heart wasn't love from the start, double crossed, man
What the fuck happened
Aye, what the fuck, what the fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I've been swervin' in that fast lane, tryna get my bag straight
Pour another four up for my brothas in a bad way
Tryna get that money, been ashin' up in the ashtray
I'm just tryna sit my cuban link up in a glass case
Tryna get to that bread, nah
I don't even know why these niggas they hatin' on me
Homie don't even know me, nigga, I'll call my zombie
With it so we might shoot through yo fitted like Ambercrombie
OV, told that shawty, better call me
Creepin' on a come up, I've been thuggin' by my lonely
Nobody through the years, nobody through the tears
It's a lot of things I had to overcome just to be here
And ain't no one with me now, can't let that shit get me down
'Cause me and my niggas really done came from a long way
Anybody got a problem, get it poppin' broad day
We hot on some Pompeii, spit lava like raw flames

I've been sippin' on the liquor
I just put some bag in my system
I might be the last one you're missin'
I just passed on her sister
She was kind of bad, I ain't trippin'
Know my shawty gas and I'm hittin'
I know math like maticious
Add it up and pass to my niggas
Gotta get the bag 'cause we different
Know them niggas mad in my city
They just had to grab another victim
Know this shit get bad when you winnin'

Okay, got a lot up on my mind
Made it out that drought, nigga, all it took was time
Come up, 'til the sun up, they will never block my shine
And it's Roseworld forever, nigga, 'til the day I die
Yeah, see that fake shit through a blindfold
So fake, they be hatin' with they eyes closed
Tryna be my rivals, right hand on the bible
One thing for certain, they will never know what I know
Stayin' solid, ten toes until my last breath
I'm taking mines, I ain't get too many chances
Only those who are devoted gon' win the fastest
Battling these demons latchin' on me like a magnet
Niggas hatin' on me but I don't get distracted
Brody keep a ratchet, I know he gon' blast it
I miss Grandma Rose, I ain't even see her casket
They will never know what I've been through, it was tragic

I've been sippin' on the liquor
I just put some bag in my system
I might be the last one you're missin'
I just passed on her sister
She was kind of bad, I ain't trippin'
Know my shawty gas and I'm hittin'
I know math like maticious
Add it up and pass to my niggas
Gotta get the bag 'cause we different
Know them niggas mad in my city
They just had to grab another victim
Know this shit get bad when you winnin'