Put it all on the table, do it like a menu
That nigga will cross you real quick and start acting brand new
I'mma need two mics just to get my point across
I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.
Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Run a cartel like a real rick ross
As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss
The son of the holy father who died up on the cross
Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint
And i feared that my fans say i failed
And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!
My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat
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