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Crossfaded
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Crossfaded was released on July 24, 2025 by SRT Records exclusively distributed by Santa Anna as a part of the album Blame The Label (Extended)
July 24, 2025
LabelSRT Records exclusively distributed by Santa Anna
LanguageEnglish
BPM74
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Dollaz cooked this shit up)
(Choppin' shit up like Trippy)
[Verse 1]
Stood on all ten
Started strikin' with two feet, I was all in
Fake love, couldn't see it, where my Ray Bans?
Knew this time would come back and now I'm a made man
Thank Jacob, thank Rob, I was a bad chance
So deep in the streets, but I had mad fans
But I got more haters
Had to cut some **** off, they mad I got paper
They say I pulled some Luka shit, they say I went and traded
Mixin' Oxy with my Percs, I been crossfaded
Couple bros who bang for Pete and they say what he blazin'?
Brownskin fine shit like That's So Raven
**** mad, try to take me off like, ****, stop hatin'
You know I came far as hell, long way from that county jail
Reached my limit on Cash App, lil' mama, so I'll send a Zelle
That ain't nothin', that ain't even trickin', that's just your hair and nails
Came up stealin' cars, I ain't never bust a Wells
But I got money like a scammer and that's on Bill
Frontline, throwin' out Atlanta, let's just be for real
Think I broke in every house in Hidden Hills
I drop a tape, that's a half a mil', that's the second one on my deal
This shit for mama 'dem, gotta take care of Milan
Bro say he finna go to court and I gotta pay his bond
He said he might go back and I'ma bond him out again
Knowin' that he wrong, but, shit, that's my twin
You know that I got your back
Pull up in a new Hellcat Charger, I don't like ridin' Scats
I been hearin' rumors that I went broke and sold my Scat
And bro dumb, he's a rat
Dropped a tech, they started screamin' like Kai Cenat to join the chat
I went number eight from a cell, YFN Lucci
These **** never wish me well, leave 'em all clueless
How I made an M in the jail?
I hit Jackson and got on BandLab, huh, bitch, for real
When I ain't droppin' music, I'm tryna drop a plain
I ain't goin' to Gio, I want Johnny Dang
Ho ain't come to visitation, my baby mama came
As soon as she catch me cheatin', she go to actin' strange
Yeah, she ain't from Buffalo, but I still pay her bills
Yeah, and that's on Bill
That's kinda crazy, I ain't think I could get a deal
From a bunk, my first half a mil', that shit give me the chills
Told my mama quit her job, but she kept workin'
Tired of strippers, I want me a brain surgeon
Them babies is just to hide behind the curtains
Still smile, they never know when I be hurtin'
Written by: Zyire Robinson
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