Cross Roads

Thank you to the opps for always bringing out the best in me

This ain't a song its song its like a thank you speech

To all the women that I loved

That had no love for me

Tables turned now you the one who doesn't have a seat

To my ex I swear to god I could gave you

Seed

Until I noticed you could never grow a nursery

Lost alotta friends to pride

that really cut me deep

I hit up Mac a couple times that boy is outta reach

But that my brother till the die

you know I'm in the east

Don't ever hesitate my ****

when you down to speak

I lent alotta **** style

Now they at they peak

I got a question, when the fuck yall reimbursing me

You know that's hurting me ?

Now I'm back to rollin up and smoking tertiary

How could you do the things you did and move on perfectly

I'm in the studio dissecting, doing surgery

Every action makes me

trust you less and

Certainly

start to thinking If you could

you'd probably murder me

But that would be a courtesy

Thank you to the opps for always bringing out the best in me

This ain't a song its song its like a thank you speech

To all the people that I fucked wit

That ain't fuck wit me

Tables turned now you the one who doesn't have a seat