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thugga massina - devil at the crossroads lyrics

[hook]
how the f+ck he rhyme so cold? n+gga must’ve sold his soul
f+cking on all these hoes, they think i done sold my soul
like i’m robert leroy johnson, met the devil at the crossroads
and i went from nothing to something, listen to a story untold
this is how the story unfolds, i had to break the mold
these streets is paved with gold, just gotta play your role
since i was 8 years old, i had some major goals
i still ain’t made it though, i got a ways to go

[verse 1]
got an amazing flow, these n+ggas know i’m the hardest
what’s the two faces for? i swear you haters ain’t making a dent like harvey
come through the party, sn+tch me a b+tch look like cardi
f+ck her then she gets discarded
brand new ferrari, hoes on the back of the harley
got the pipe smoking like marley
that’s on the set, lil’ b+tches wanna connect
but i’m just here to collect
get me a check and blow it all on my neck
look like i’m dressed for the met
and i can’t rest, i gotta be a success
too many people invest
looked on the net, seen people placing their bets
somebody said i’m the next
h to the izzo, dimes fat like lizzo
chopping bricks, oscar robertsons, yeah that big os
lot of n+ggas weirdos, you know how this sh+t goes
they want their hand held or they switch like nintendos
hanging out the window, glock with the extendo
the 30 holds 30 like curry defending curry
wake up my dream girl and give her that jimmy early
while the sun’s beamin on my back like willie’s jersey – n+ggas be like
[hook]
how the f+ck he rhyme so cold? n+gga must’ve sold his soul
f+cking on all these hoes, they think i done sold my soul
like i’m robert leroy johnson, met the devil at the crossroads
and i went from nothing to something, listen to a story untold
this is how the story unfolds, i had to break the mold
these streets is paved with gold, just gotta play your role
since i was 8 years old, i had some major goals
i still ain’t made it though, i got a ways to go

[verse 2]
feel like the devil wasted all my time
but i’m still in my prime
done done it all from selling stones to squeezing iron
you’re like the iphones, you never released a 9
v+g+n+ helps me unwind
a cup of d’usse helps to free my mind
‘cause i remember times we would ride, bumping how to rob
spin the block in the charger then get out of dodge
why can’t i dislodge? i guess the trauma makes me sulk
sh+t i got more bands than chris, i should be stoked
the only thing broke is generational curses
imagine if they knew what i was getting for these verses
mayweather purses, yeah my pockets overload
make ‘em punch the air like floyd if i show the roll
my n+ggas at the top of the totem pole
used to drive kias, they think we sold our souls

- thugga massina lyrics

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