Текст песни Crossed Me - Veyster

Ayy
Veyster
I'm in the stu with my nigga, Dotte, yeah
Yes, sir
Look
If I said I love you and you crossed me, you can't get a second chance
I'll take your fucking life before I let you stop the plan
A hundred-something shots with me, I ain't got no friends
You said he asking for a front, I need some cheese in advance
They say I switched up on em', I ain't switch it up at all
I was down on my dick, all I needed was a call
Why she crying on my line? I don't fuck with her at all
All I wanted was the head, I can't even break her walls
I done seen a lot of things, I was prepared for the worst
I'll flip that fucking dog before you catch me doing work
This my last fucking chance, man, this shit better work
I'm my own fucking boss, I get paid before the first
Man, I miss that fucking sauce, that shit was green, but now it's burnt
Materialistic things get me, thousand dollar T-shirt
You never know who real until you making pape, now they lurking
I hit her off the first link, you still ain't smashed you a burger
Nigga asked me how I did it, all a nigga did was rap
I would tell him more, but I can't, it's just the facts
Almost went broke, nigga, I spent my last on a pack
But my nigga taught me how to spend a band and make it back
I put my heart down, best move a nigga ever made
Still around the same niggas, I can never be a lame
Man, I miss them rainy days, it was me, Jerry, and Dame
I ain't never satisfied to me and gang in the range
You in my city, want a feature, need ten blues, just to speak
Best advice I ever got was, "know your friends, spot a leach"
Yeah, I don't write shit, get on these beats and fucking preach
Touch some money, hit my jeweler, put some diamonds on my teeth, nigga
If I said I love you and you crossed me, can't get no second chance
I'll run off on them boys before I ever take a stand
A hundred-something stash, got like 50 in my pants
Already hit 100k, I'm trying to touch a hundred bands
My nigga asked me, am I straight? I ain't know what to tell him
At the age of 16, I almost got my first felony
Kinda knew you was fake, but it was the real, what you telling me
I trusted you dog, like how the fuck you try to tell on me
I'm up now, I ain't really tripping off that shit
I'm the hardest young nigga, but I knew that for a minute
I'm a go-getter, always been the type to go and get it
I'm fighting ghetto demons, this shit crazy, I don't get it
We the type of niggas hit our own licks, ain't have to split it
I'm surrounded by rich niggas, see me and go figure
I'm a cold nigga, I can't rock my ice up in the picture
We hit the road with the pack, after I get it, then it's finished
I ain't tripping, my last bitch left me, I don't miss her
Said my goodbyes to my daddy, I'm gon' take care of my sister
These drugs killing me, I gotta get them out my system
I'm tired of the chop, I'm about to spray them with the.
I did two shows, I'm fucking hoes, I'm on the road
Heard the opps coming in, she set them up, we finna go
I can name like six niggas, y'all losing it ain't close
I walked in the mall, spent ten just for clothes
It was actually five, but you know, ten just sound better
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I was walking through the rain, now I'm sitting in the range
This shit was getting hectic, thank God the bag came
You can hear it in my voice, I'm tired, I feel pain
I'm in my own fucking league, me and you niggas not the same
It's so many niggas, bro
Fake friends, fake smiles
I always kept it real
Man, it's crazy, cause like, when everything started to go bad, that's when I went crazy
I'm ready for this shit

Veyster