Crossed

I'm making these racks from the packs
Too distracted they just check the facts see
But I'm too rapid this girl want the nasty
Never seen a dude burnt moving past me
Wanna hit a lick but you ain't more crafty than this stick I'm going to be flashing
I'm really laughing cause you can't even be close to matching trips on a flip
Run it up pull it out, bitch I'm a drift dog, catching big boss shit you can't dodge
Bull up with .308 wood hit yo face with a big log, you ain't even hear it clock back
Which way do I run crossed like a fraud with a gaze?
I leave you traced in chalk, when I'm flowing up a rage, I only know how to raise
When you flick your whistle and get caught, then are you pissed off?
Wanna pull up with something longer than a pistol?
Jumping but you got nothing longer than a missile just to conquer.
Man you gotta get something stronger for one that has become a monster
I don't even need to know your honour cause you pull up to a concert and you just wander?
To hold on to when you ponder?

The day I lay you down it's gotta be a little bit more sombre
You can run astray you can cry betray, I ain't even halfway
I had to drum up like a robber, hunter when I gun it got some hunger
Swung it round like a trunk
Hold steady at the thumb I don't care if their expectancy gone shrunk
I bet you dumb bunch won't sum up these bags when I turn into the runner
Look from the leg straight head up unwilling on me thrilling fulfilling I'll take that blunder
Really been trying to sin with a crippling addiction to penicillin

Made me up a mil then they ask me how
I make a really good villain
Endowed as a civilian like I could make a rack of the bands from your Children
I'll chase and rake it and call the trade deliverance

It makes no indifference but maybe someone would care about your disappearance
That's some tip serious, some of us are insidious but get a name and in the severest fashion
Think you fearless, my interests got you painted hideous, so you move and dashing
I done move and pass it, gotta get me up some havoc
Pull up automatic, like a spastic it shoot off right out the jacket
Your girl only want you for the Patek I got static from the ground to the attic
Fly off I gotta bomb up in the cabin
Keep track of me I call it tabbing
I just landed pop out barely standing, but for the fact ain't nobody ever gonna catch me lacking
I can pack up a bag for your homie if he ain't what he backing
Put you out of the body, know your place, the grave
Don't claim you'll be out here trapping or you know what happens
And really you wanna look at me too strange, I call your whole front a firing range
Stand, reload, change the clip and do it right again
If you lucky you won't feel the pain
Walk out down main and nobody can contain and all you gotta say is "man that's insane"

You think I say we going up for no reason, nah man that's your claim
Down the lane chop a block run it, they don't know the name
I could say the same, you try that or don't tell me I'm the one to blame
Got a grip on it like the reins
Too much blood loss you'd think we have some fangs
But man they get too close they gon hear this song, yeah the chopper done sang
Couldn't have ever said I was a saint
But I can roll it out and the tunes, crews, and these other fools got me in the booth come back like a boomerang
You just gotta plant, take and tank another strain
Let the grape grade put you in your place
But we hit smoke right to the fucking face
Then they wonder why I drip out like a lake
But my shot pro like FACEIT so I'm ready to be lacing
I just got to take my rightful placement
Last time I went out I told lengths how I'd meet them back at the top
Take that street when I'm going to cross
And then mention that's only what I brought but not all that I got
Maybe your memory is foggy but my flame won't ever be forgot
That's the tendency so I'm prepared mentally to spit up to my enemy too hot
I remember you, but still just a blooper
You can only look so forward on your future
Geared like we some troopers
But I wouldn't be too sure, cause I might stack and laugh call it a twofer
Only feel good if you get everyone together and suit up?
We walk off the stoop with a cut come back stupid stuffed
But I do know that it could never be enough until that shit combust
Like a royal flush coming from the dust forcing thrust
Still just running, so I say your plan's too rough
Cause when you stunting with these homies up on the rush
Better be ready to duck, rabbit's foot for the luck or
It's going to struck with an end to the flood that I foresee too abrupt