Triple Cross

Niggas steady pocket watching till that rocket popping
Niggas never claimed the hood until that block was popping
Too much bodies in the murder land can't stop from dropping
Nigga thought this shit was juice until my glock was rocking
I'm in moncler louis gucci I be shopping shopping
Couple robbers plotting trust me that is not a problem
3g emptying his pockets no that's not a option
I be emptying my rocket don't do lot of boxing
Ride through trenches better proceed with a lot of caution
Got a funny feeling from your partner better watch him
He really want them niggas dead and can't nothing stop him
Shorty put his page on private he ain't even block him

Cuzzo left the streets he legit I can't even knock him
Free solo if that boy ain't snitch they would have never locked him
If Playyboy popped off on him first nine out of ten he dropped him
Balenciagas wore em once I don't know why I copped em
Red burberry red margielas but I'm not from compton
I ain't talking B2k but the yard we stomping
Nothing but giants on my team feel like Tom Coughlin
My biggest fear is staring at my mom coffin

Most my niggas nothing but drop outs never been to prom
Long live Ace he not with us his heart still in the farms
Feel like Osama I be in the trap with endless bombs
Reaper really trying kill him ain't just killing songs
And I had to do what's right so I ain't feeling wrong
Nerve damage in my right foot the feeling gone
Funny how she top me in the foreign but the ceiling gone
I let that milly rock that mean I got my milly on
And love don't cost a thing she bad Cristina Millian
Went to the other side back doored me what you really on

These niggas skinny really pulling licks on petty shit
I'm throwing you a party don't need no confetti bitch
Before I even got to slide that boy already hit
I fuck around piss on his grave on some R Kelly shit
I stomp his head in my all whites I'm on my Nelly shit
I hit the wap with one eye closed I look like Fetty bitch
And I don't need no trap queen long as the mac clean
They scared to take the drugs we selling just like vaccine
And it was hard growing up as a black teen
Hear me on the beat they say I'm nice that's cause my raps mean
And this shit deep they don't really know what my raps mean
Uncle Sam when I jam know I tax heem

And I know everything ain't always as it seems
That's why these niggas let outsiders get in between
What we started when times got hard they departed
In my hood jah went the hardest they think I'm a artist
And I got a lot of heart but now I'm acting heartless
That bitch bad with long hair she let me Pocahantas



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Writer(s): Habib Yansaneh
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