Rick Gonzalez - Cross The Line lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

I mean, how niggas want me to be?

I don't wanna change my image to be something

That y'all people want me to be

Bout to sell records? I'mma be me, nigga!

Fuck outta here!

(Verse)

With brass knuckles and sharp knives I carve lies and hog tie

Any villain trying to cross lines divine mechanic I'm often manic

Across the planet grab a hold of granite to mold the canvas

They often panic, they often lead you to force the lethal

Wild force the sequel, married to the grind, I'm approachin' Optimus Prime

My brain illegal, should see my pee hole and drain my ego

On poet island, the land all green is a game of free throws

Weigh your peoples when niggas catch you alone

All the shit you talk from yo home, and they doin' more than just boost yo ego

Aight? Leave yo man real like Reggie Nobel

You ain't immobile, fuck the car you drive, yo lane is totaled

Appeased with these bars tho got a strong flow and

You can neva kill me with bullets, I got a strong blow

Saulee sought that she goggled nuts out in Bosto'

Garloads of paper, I'll stuff their pockets like cargo

(Come on!)

(Hook)

Run the streets like I'm debo

We controllin' the game, no-one equal

See this shit through my hood eyes

Fucked up a pack, you get paralyzed

This the real story ever told

Line up, pay attention, watch it unfold

On the right track, I can see the light

My guns don't jam, I had to get em, right?

(Verse 2)

All of my niggas can reach potential for murder one

You heard of arms that could pass through custom like nerve guns?

Invert the summer, your loss is to find yo target

I grind a market to harvest the greatest we've had departed

(Peace, man) learate in the tarpit, use a carcass

In the A like the Scarlet Letter with hard lips

Miguel Pierro with a double barrel, the ? drifts from my ?

I shot to shift any power balance, the crowd can live

If you're Mr. A Genie, drawn to dream

Convoluted with industry hate, that's all for the teams

Jaquel sendeth a leader floor with the prototype

Amdola mic, gotta show these pussies the wholest pipe

I earned the stripe that they hate to give, just playin' gifts

Too late's a wig with a trigger shot just to spray his kids

God forgives but I neva did while I cruised the Coupe

To start a game with a lil fame and a lotta truth

(Hook)

Run the streets like I'm debo

We controllin' the game, no-one equal

See this shit through my hood eyes

Fucked up a pack, you get paralyzed

This the real story ever told

Line up, pay attention, watch it unfold

On the right track, I can see the light

My guns don't jam, I had to get em, right?

(Bridge x2)

I know, and you know

It's grind mode, so there's anything goes

So rock ya chain like a light show

Look lot like a high post