Cross the Line
I got greatness on my mind yeah
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
Oh my god, Oh my god
I'm amazin'
I'm a messiah
Tired of these liars, testin' my patience
Thinner than dayton's on tires
While I proceed with
That way out your league shit
Who's to compete with?
When the killa's that you sent at the door ain't breathin'
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look Im crusin' the whole town
I'm in my zone now (In my zoneee)
I'm smokin' a whole pound
I'm trill and Im sauced down
You think that I bluff
Check the profile (Check it)
She textin' papi location? (Textin')
You can't copy floods from the wave bitch (Im Flexin')
Keep that Good hush in rotation
Damn I may crash when I chase it
I got greatness on my mind yeah
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I Swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
I'm changin' the station
Ya'll been with that fake shit (ah.ah)
I'm stackin' them faces
And willin' to take risk
Fuck how the case went
The bitches that's clockin' aint got the time (Stop It)
If they stay watchin' then thats a sign (Im the Topic)
You don't want problems then hit the line
Damn you can't fuck with my shine
Yeah Yeah
I got greatness on my mind yeah
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I Swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look Im crusin' the whole town
I'm in my zone now (In my zoneee)
I'm smokin' a whole pound
I'm trill and Im sauced down
You think that I bluff
Check the profile (Check it)
She textin' papi location? (Textin')
You can't copy floods from the wave bitch (Im Flexin')
Keep that Good hush in rotation
Damn I may crash when I chase it
I got greatness on my mind yeah
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I Swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
Oh my god, Oh my god
I'm amazin'
I'm a messiah
Tired of these liars, testin' my patience
Thinner than dayton's on tires
While I proceed with
That way out your league shit
Who's to compete with?
When the killa's that you sent at the door ain't breathin'
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look Im crusin' the whole town
I'm in my zone now (In my zoneee)
I'm smokin' a whole pound
I'm trill and Im sauced down
You think that I bluff
Check the profile (Check it)
She textin' papi location? (Textin')
You can't copy floods from the wave bitch (Im Flexin')
Keep that Good hush in rotation
Damn I may crash when I chase it
I got greatness on my mind yeah
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I Swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
I'm changin' the station
Ya'll been with that fake shit (ah.ah)
I'm stackin' them faces
And willin' to take risk
Fuck how the case went
The bitches that's clockin' aint got the time (Stop It)
If they stay watchin' then thats a sign (Im the Topic)
You don't want problems then hit the line
Damn you can't fuck with my shine
Yeah Yeah
I got greatness on my mind yeah
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I Swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look Im crusin' the whole town
I'm in my zone now (In my zoneee)
I'm smokin' a whole pound
I'm trill and Im sauced down
You think that I bluff
Check the profile (Check it)
She textin' papi location? (Textin')
You can't copy floods from the wave bitch (Im Flexin')
Keep that Good hush in rotation
Damn I may crash when I chase it
I got greatness on my mind yeah
I got greatness on my mind
Keep that fake shit from around here
Keep that fake shit from my side
You'll be six feet if your down here
If you come then you gon' die
I swear (I Swear)
Prepare (Prepare)
For when you choose to cross that line
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Jones, Filipe Buedo Jr, Kenneth Kaminski, Ignacio Scannone
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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