Cross the Line
You said you were my brudda and you had me
I even trusted you I call you family
I gave you all my food when you was hungry
Left me in the cold ain't had shit to eat
Aye
There ain't no loyalty
You done cross the line with me
You ain't no bro to me no
You ain't no bro to me no
You done cross the line with me
Niggas rather see you on your back
Then yo two feet
I helped you go get a bag
This is how you do me
You was posed to be my dog
But you had to do me
I ain't never felt betrayed before you even knew me
Fake niggas talking over
Real niggas hard to find
Everybody wanna eat of your plate when you bout to shine
Gotta watch yo back
That's why I keep that nine on me
If anybody wanna problem they gon' die on me
You homie
You my brudda
But ain't slang no iron for me
You a bitch
You a snitch
You had even lie to me
How you pose to be my brudda
Ain't gon' slang no iron for me
Watch me goin' down
You ain't even fuckin' ride for me
I would ride for you
But you never went and ride for me
I put my trust in you
But you ain't never had no trust in me
I told you keep it real
But you ain't never keep it real with me
Yea, you done cross the line with me
You said you were my brudda and you had me
I even trusted you I call you family
I gave you all my food when you was hungry
Left me in the cold ain't had shit to eat
Aye
There ain't no loyalty
You done cross the line with me
You ain't no bro to me no
You ain't no bro to me no
You done cross the line with me
I even trusted you I call you family
I gave you all my food when you was hungry
Left me in the cold ain't had shit to eat
Aye
There ain't no loyalty
You done cross the line with me
You ain't no bro to me no
You ain't no bro to me no
You done cross the line with me
Niggas rather see you on your back
Then yo two feet
I helped you go get a bag
This is how you do me
You was posed to be my dog
But you had to do me
I ain't never felt betrayed before you even knew me
Fake niggas talking over
Real niggas hard to find
Everybody wanna eat of your plate when you bout to shine
Gotta watch yo back
That's why I keep that nine on me
If anybody wanna problem they gon' die on me
You homie
You my brudda
But ain't slang no iron for me
You a bitch
You a snitch
You had even lie to me
How you pose to be my brudda
Ain't gon' slang no iron for me
Watch me goin' down
You ain't even fuckin' ride for me
I would ride for you
But you never went and ride for me
I put my trust in you
But you ain't never had no trust in me
I told you keep it real
But you ain't never keep it real with me
Yea, you done cross the line with me
You said you were my brudda and you had me
I even trusted you I call you family
I gave you all my food when you was hungry
Left me in the cold ain't had shit to eat
Aye
There ain't no loyalty
You done cross the line with me
You ain't no bro to me no
You ain't no bro to me no
You done cross the line with me
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Writer(s): Abdul Dumbuya
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