Forgotten Crossroads (feat. Drinkkush)

Our last song just hit a grand
I don't think you understand
Some of y'all do this for longer
But your views ain't stronger
I swear to god bitch that's so sad
Casually pop me some beans
Just left the house ate some greens
Don't want a part of your team
Y'all don't want answers you think you the master
I don't need no college degree
I roll a blunt hit it once
Just fucked that bitch hit it twice
I pop three pills I feel nice
Four bitches rolling my dank in the night
And I Pour me a fifth of that sprite
Bitch I just ball like a six
If she a seven I hit
Put that eighth straight to my lip
Pull out the nine and he miss little bitch
He just taking 10 straight to the ribs

Straight to his rib lil bitch I don't miss
Caught him off guard like a mother fucking glitch
Strick him out with this heat I just pitched
Bag full of chicken yeah that man just snitched
Wok or the trix yeah we pourin it up
Pack him with led like the weed in this dutch
She seen we rich so she givin it up
How they so trash while I'm leveling up
Roll it spark it puff it we go
Do what I want you do what you told
Don't care about the money don't care about the gold
Don't this for a living I guess that's the goal
Hit my DMs I send them a toll
You learn to hate I learned to grow
Chasing this dream I can't wait for the shows
Chilling backstage getting head she a pro

I just keep dropping em dropping 'em drop
Ain't no one stopping him stopping em stop
We just keep offing em offing they top
He asking questions he sound like the cops
Stopped trusting people got stabbed in the back
keep that shit in let it out on my tracks
Fucking with me why the fuck you do that
You send me shots act surprised I aim back
Riding I'm riding with sticks in the back
Bitch I got semis yeah I never lack
If you talk back then my Glock finna pop
Just like a Karen you talk to the cops

Our last song just hit a grand
I don't think you understand
Some of y'all do this for longer
But your views ain't stronger
I swear to god bitch that's so sad
Casually pop me some beans
Just left the house ate some greens
Don't want a part of your team
Y'all don't want answers you think you the master
I don't need no college degree
I roll a blunt hit it once
Just fucked that bitch hit it twice
I pop three pills I feel nice
Four bitches rolling my dank in the night
And I Pour me a fifth of that sprite
Bitch I just ball like a six
If she a seven I hit
Put that eighth straight to my lip
Pull out the nine and he miss little bitch
He just taking 10 straight to the ribs



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Writer(s): Andres Sanchez
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