Текст песни Noughts & Crosses - CreezOn

Too many times I've entered a room with bars and left man speechless
Yo bro pass me the dictionary I don't know what they mean by weakness
Too deep for society
I say I mean I mean what I say with pride
I don't speak very quietly
I've gotta blow cus people rely on me
And I swear I've been doing this thing for a minute and this game is just full of fakes
So I keep my circle close and Avoid those hands that I wouldn't shake
And too much man wanna talk bout breaking bread with with the bros when the breads In the stove when it comes out nobody's real anymore
Nobody ain't cutting cake
Selfish
Everyone's real till real situations
Guys write lines bout snitches and end up avoiding a sentence with a statement
And they're waiting for me to blow like how longs it taking
Getting impatient
I'm the same thing just after the m just place a space in
15 I made my first banger I was harder than ogs at a young age
I am walking light I had open eyes focused like I'm trying to sungaze
And don't think that you know me now cus you knew me then every day man upgrades
I'm blessed, back then I was upset like a left a 9-5 Unpaid

Pass me the pen and pad imma draw man out if they think they're on this (real artist)
We don't wait for bags we take the bags dash what uno bout shoplift
Whenever we take take a break and chill i know they pray we've lost it
They do not wanna cross my circle noughts and

Tic tac, toe
Bake that bread and flip dat dough
Teenager with a big man flow
I'll release tunes then sit back Blow
Dem man are not hot that's big Shaqs coat
Said he a realist but Is that so?
I don't believe one word they say
I put the focus in me and with that grow

Came up with the right hook bare punch lines
Talented still I'm stood here Unsigned
They make music Ps so Run mine
Been through struggles I'm good though I'm fine
Harder than all of these artists combined
Man wanna copy and paste my artistry
But they ain't got strong roots of their artist tree

Hahahaha, you likkle copy cat Bwoy

You was born on your own so think on your Own like bro what's wrong with that boy?
Lucky that we don't body that boy
Like how is a man tryna copy mans noise
Tracing paper geometry no squares but Fraudsters are all they are to me

Pass me the pen and pad imma draw man out if they think they're on this (Real artist)
We don't wait for bags we take the bags dash what uno bout shoplift
Whenever we take take a break and chill I know they pray we've lost it
They do not wanna cross my circle noughts and crosses

Pass me the pen and pad imma draw man out if they think they're on this (Real artist)
We don't wait for bags we take the bags dash what uno bout shoplift
Whenever we take take a break and chill i know they pray we've lost it
They do not wanna cross my circle noughts and crosses

(They do not wanna cross my circle... they don't wanna make my circle cross...
They do not wanna cross my Circle... they don't wanna make my circle cross...)