The lights may flicker, your face feels red
Got that cross on my forehead,
Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint
She dealing with killa so you love her taste
But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because
The son of the holy father who died up on the cross
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Hold up, i used to run powers and draws
A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws
Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist
That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist
Baby, you got that super bass
That if they cross my path
Ain't that how black's do it, right
Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/
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