Walk With a Cross

(Ay Where Preme)
I blow through that bag fast
Then I stack it faster
I blow through that bag fast
Then I stack it
(Ay Supreme)
(Mack Dis You Foo)
Yea
I blow through that bag fast
Then I stack it faster
I fucked on that bitch last
Cause could've had her
I been on my own grind
Nothing else matter
Young Nigga fresh on his (Huh)
Young Nigga fresh on his grind

All these bad bitches
All these fuckin riches
All these pounds
Moving around
Fuck it i'm fine with it
Rappin and singing it got me a check (Huh)
Fuck nigga better respect it I go at ya neck (Huh)
Walk with a Cross no stressin'
I gotta count my blessings
Setting these trends im fresh and
I heard rap nigga say i ain't shit
I drop this shit he tripping
Lil sed I leave em on read
And bet she gone text its gone cost to caress me
I already fucked that hoe
I done had that hoe
Fuck that she past tense
Rappers they bitting my melodies
All in my pockets they tryna go sound like Lil Sed
Bitches been tryna come fuck with me
Cause I been running it up in the spot like with bread
In and Out, In and Out
I took a different route
Nigga got tired of that fake shit
I'm finna cash out my mama My team
Fin to get her house and new bracelet
Nigga i'm a hustler
Solve these problems
I'm gone fix it
Once you get that
Money, Power, Fame
Shit get tricky
Once I got that
Money, Power, Fame
I got picky
Picky with my
Time, My Money, My Energy
And All my women

I blow through that bag fast
Then I stack it faster
I fucked on that bitch last
Cause could've had her
I been on my own grind
Nothing else matter
Young Nigga fresh on his (Huh)
Young Nigga fresh on his grind
I blow through that bag fast
Then I stack it faster
I fucked on that bitch last
Cause could've had her
I been on my own grind
Nothing else matter
Young Nigga fresh on his
Young Nigga fresh on his grind



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Writer(s): Sedrick Burden
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