Cross Like Cris - Yung Mal

Couldn’t get left, had to get it right

Ain’t none of this shit came overnight

A young nigga had to sacrifice

Had to pay my dues, never asked the price

Young nigga get rich, that’s that shit 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

Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah

I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh

They thought they had all the sense

I thought I could trust a bitch

But she crossed me just like Cris

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 fuckin' blanket

Lil' bitch, who you bank with?

I was sleepin' on cold floors

Now I stay at a condo

Real street nigga, keep my gun close

Real Candler nigga, but go coast to coast

Hood on my back like scoliosis

Niggas be hoes when them doors be closing

Niggas know I keep this shit too solid

Gay shit, I never promoted

I ran this shit up with my woes

Couldn’t get left, had to get it right

Ain’t none of this shit came overnight

A young nigga had to sacrifice

Had to pay my dues, never asked the price

Young nigga get rich, that’s that shit 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

Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah

I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh

They thought they had all the sense

I thought I could trust a bitch

But she crossed me just like Cris

I been shittin' on niggas so long, say fuck it and piss

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 bitch

Got an LV bookbag for the backend but it still can’t fit

And I’m still stuck with the same niggas that was with me when I ain’t have

shit (On God)

Play with 1'5, get skinned like a fish

My rims deep dish

Said some deep shit, 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)

Couldn’t get left, had to get it right

Ain’t none of this shit came overnight

A young nigga had to sacrifice

Had to pay my dues, never asked the price

Young nigga get rich, that’s that shit 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

Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah

I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh

They thought they had all the sense

I thought I could trust a bitch

But she crossed me just like Cris