Cross Like Cris lyrics

[Intro]
Gudda Tay on every beat, n*gga

[Chorus]
Couldn't get left, had to get it right
Ain't none of this sh*t came overnight
A young n*gga had to sacrifice
Had to pay my dues, never asked the price
Young n*gga get rich, that's that sh*t I like
I be clutchin' my stick at the red light
Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right
Yeah, top floor pent', yeah
We was late on rent, yeah
n*gga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah
I was broke as a b*tch, pocket full of lint, huh
They thought they had all the sense
I thought I could trust a b*tch
But she crossed me just like Cris

[Verse 1]
Brand new Benz came with the AMG kit
Please don't play with the clique
I make 'em spin your block with a mini .223 stick
Got so many Benjamin Franklins
Wrist so cold, need a f*ckin' blanket
Lil' b*tch, who you bank with?
I was sleepin' on cold floors
Now I stay at a condo
Real street n*gga, keep my gun close
Real Candler n*gga, but go coast to coast
Hood on my back like scoliosis
n*ggas be hoes when them doors be closing
n*ggas know I keep this sh*t too solid
Gay sh*t, I never promoted
I ran this sh*t up with my woes
[Chorus]
Couldn't get left, had to get it right
Ain't none of this sh*t came overnight
A young n*gga had to sacrifice
Had to pay my dues, never asked the price
Young n*gga get rich, that's that sh*t I like
I be clutchin' my stick at the red light
Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right
Yeah, top floor pent', yeah
We was late on rent, yeah
n*gga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah
I was broke as a b*tch, pocket full of lint, huh
They thought they had all the sense
I thought I could trust a b*tch
But she crossed me just like Cris

[Verse 2]
I been sh*ttin' on n*ggas so long, say f*ck it and p*ss
Neck full of diamonds, they kick
That mini stick, yes, it gon' hit but it don't got a kick
Sold out shows every day, boy, that backend big as a b*tch
Got an LV bookbag for the backend but it still can't fit
And I'm still stuck with the same n*ggas that was with me when I ain't have sh*t (On God)
Play with 1'5, get skinned like a fish
My rims deep dish
Said some deep sh*t, couldn't repeat it, still in East Wick
I'm a player, soon as I whip it out, huh, she gon' kiss
Mwah, mwah, mwah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Couldn't get left, had to get it right
Ain't none of this sh*t came overnight
A young n*gga had to sacrifice
Had to pay my dues, never asked the price
Young n*gga get rich, that's that sh*t I like
I be clutchin' my stick at the red light
Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right
Yeah, top floor pent', yeah
We was late on rent, yeah
n*gga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah
I was broke as a b*tch, pocket full of lint, huh
They thought they had all the sense
I thought I could trust a b*tch
But she crossed me just like Cris