Crosstown

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Take no loses young nigga
You gotta make it
You gotta make it
Make that money
You don't let that money make you
Never let it make you
You see em faking and counterfeiting
Counterfeiting
Even when I'm tired
Hit the roads like Michelins
No one is real
No one is real
Come on
No one is real
The game is rigged
Come on
Last of the trill
We get it how we live
We tell it like it is
When
No one is real
Damn

You thank these niggas who they say they is
Damn
You thank these niggas who they say they is
When they did
Everything
That they say they did
The objects in my mirror
Still way closer than they may appear
Recognize the real
NIggas fishing for a deal
Prolly tell a bitch
Whatever shit she wanna hear
And every time
Imma tell her she can choose him
See it's her life
And that's a better proposition
Loving me
That's coming with its oppositions
If me and my career come first
That's ambitious
We all got our issues
I ain't take no subscriptions
They say I'm getting lucky
I ain't that superstitious
Victories ain't fictitious
When you built for the distance
And we are the test of litmus
Acidic
If you push me to my limits
I'm vicious
Make ya misery my business
Tissues to the competition

Take no loses young nigga
You gotta make it
You gotta make it
Make that money
You don't let that money make you
Never let it make you
You see em faking and counterfeiting
Counterfeiting
Even when I'm tired
Hit the roads like Michelins
No one is real
No one is real
Come on
No one is real
The game is rigged
Come on
Last of the trill
We get it how we live
We tell it like it is
When
No one is real
Damn

Where I'm from
Me and Walt like Pimp and Bun
Yet underground king
Is insufficient for what they've done
I want my piece of pie
And imma take it pecan
You know ya boy like Harry Potter
How I waive this magic wand
Got off the bus at magic city
Them niggas to my money to run
God help em if I see em
And I'm holding a gun
He gone have to save 'em
I ain't taking coupons
And the same go for the niggas
Ran up on us on that lawn
You could asked
Prolly woulda gave it to 'em
Cause green grass
Comes to niggas with a green thumb
How I ball
Mane it come back like ping pong
It's training day
Don't make me treat this shit like King Kong
If I'm lion
Then it's animal kingdom
Tryna buy a politician
How I'm fighting for freedom
These niggas get it
Then they treat it like they Getty
Put a random on my kids
I put another in her belly
Let's Go

Take no loses young nigga
You gotta make it
You gotta make it
Make that money
You don't let that money make you
Never let it make you
You see em faking and counterfeiting
Counterfeiting
Even when I'm tired
Hit the roads like Michelins
No one is real
No one is real
Come on
No one is real
The game is rigged
Come on
Last of the trill
We get it how we live
We tell it like it is
When
No one is real
Damn



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Writer(s): Adonis Moore
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