Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby
Blood on the cross set me free
But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse
If you to cross, i will set your ass on fire on christ's cross
Look, just remember how that winning taste
Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint
The son of the holy father who died up on the cross
But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Your life is a product of trash
That if they cross my path
Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls
A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws
Now your mind is in a state of criss cross
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