The son of the holy father who died up on the cross
It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors
A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws
I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.
I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music
And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick
Or shift keys or it i placement cause
Now your mind is in a state of criss cross
Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross
And of course, my car's off course
So don't cross 'cause it'll cost
Before your roll get popped
Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed
I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!
Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift
Cross that shit off my checklist
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