YNL Capone - Cross Me Lyrics

I been ridin on my own since I was 16 inches
If these ni**as talkin slick then I'm gon buck these ni**as
I got clout I'm doin shows so I can't trust these women
I'm way hard then this crome I got stuffed in my britches

When I was down i felt alone I asked to God please listen
All these people I don't know talk like they know my business
I went and grabbed another phone and made it snow like Christmas
I got my teeth covered in gold and still ain't know my dentist

So how you know my livin
My uncle mo liked pimpin
When my ni**a left this world it took my soul right wit em

I'm talkin Frost bite victims
I let this cold right hit em
My heart so cold that I just turned my drip to froze ice cicles

Hard to control my mental
I hit the road black rental
Slide back and forth like tinder
I want the dough like Jenners

These Niggas think that they can play the man
Ain't even my opponent
Cross the line I signed a bonus
In my mind I'm like the potus

In my mind I'm just gon slide until my time and cop that foreign
I'm gon grind until I die and that's no lie that's on my homies

I want homes for all my bros that's why I'm gone until the mornin
I told moms you way too old to work for dough just wait a moment

Wait a moment
Wait a moment
Wait a moment

I want homes for all my bros that's why I'm gone until the mornin
I told moms you way too old to work for dough just wait a moment

I been ridin on my own since I was 16 inches
If these ni**as talkin slick then I'm gon buck these ni**as
I got clout I'm doin shows so I can't trust these women
I'm way hard then this crome I got stuffed in my britches

When I was down i felt alone I asked to God please listen
All these people I don't know talk like they know my business
I went and grabbed another phone and made it snow like Christmas
I got my teeth covered in gold and still ain't know my dentist

I went from knocking on the door to makin breakfast in the kitchen
Went from walking to the store to bein reckless while I'm whipping
Went from talkin bout cologne to spray Armani and givenchy
Went from crossin niggas off to signing checks in deferent cities

I'm in the fast lane
Thinkin bout some past things
Ridin wit a bad thing
By my side

I just made some cash rain
Thinkin bout my last name
And all that I could do
To make it stay alive

I'll just let you know
How it go
When we flow
To the dough

Sippin 4s
And patron
To control
What I'm on

I got sores
On my sole
Made me cold
To the bone

I'm not old
But I know
Never fold
With the throne

Wit the throne

I got sores
On my sole
Made me cold
To the bone

I'm not old
But I know
Never fold
With the throne

I been ridin on my own since I was 16 inches
If these ni**as talkin slick then I'm gon buck these ni**as
I got clout I'm doin shows so I can't trust these women
I'm way hard then this crome I got stuffed in my britches

When I was down i felt alone I asked to God please listen
All these people I don't know talk like they know my business
I went and grabbed another phone and made it snow like Christmas
I got my teeth covered in gold and still ain't know my dentist