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cross country gang - checks on me lyrics

with all the time i spent trying to make it
still reaching for the stars i see nothin’ but sp+ces
i ain’t gotta catch up cause i been stuck in the races
i been tryna bless up i see nothin but paper yeah
i been stackin’ on em
the f+ck is practice honestly
if i was down i pop the top and now i’m packin’ homie
they say i need a stick ma brodies catch you lackin’ shorty
i don’t be in beef just sellin’ grit how i been packin’ dodie
i see em’ hatin’ on me
a star in a room full of stars this ain’t no galaxy
i’m back on my ten don’t like these n+ggas speaking down on me
take me out the wave use to hide from all my problems now they say that i’m a brave
i got the ball i’m bouta pitch my honеsty to all these haters
momma told mе she been down so i been tryna get this paper
drippin’ in water rockin’ designer i feel something like a laker
from the bottom to the sky and out the way of all these fakers yeah yeah

they freed my n+gga we gon’ rally up
back in the yo we back for that we puttin’ tallies up
just caught the play no randy moss but imma boss the game up
i stay inside so much in my mind i be feelin’ famous
aye
okay now checks on me
i got checks homie aye
slide around yo block and make a mess shawty
we next on me
like patek on me yeah
i got all the pressure put the rest on me yeah
i been out the way i’m getting money ain’t got time today
n+ggas they gone talk behind ya back but won’t say to ya face
and i gotta kid i have to feed i ain’t got time to play
said i was gone stop sippin’ this lean but i’m back on the drank
i can’t hang around no fake n+ggas i’m to genuine
trynna teach my son when he grow up to be a gentleman
i know n+ggas want me dead like 50 i know many men
and i had to cut some n+ggas off cuz they ain’t wanna see me win
i can’t love no b+tch yea i left her in the past
put my problems in this wood baby yeah i’m smoking gas
i ain’t got no time waste with these n+ggas i’m on they ass
i’m just trynna run up yea i’m out here chasing cash
trissy in my cup n+gga yea that’s what i’m sippin’ on
trynna make it right but yea i know that i’m still living wrong
they wanna see me fail but yea i can’t i’m still going strong
prayers to most high yea i just hope we make it home

- cross country gang lyrics

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