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Cross Lines
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cross Lines was released on August 9, 2024 by Buckethouse Publishing as a part of the album G.R.A.C.E. (Growth Resilience Action Compassion Empowerment)
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Release DateAugust 9, 2024
LabelBuckethouse Publishing
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Lamonte Trotter
Kevin Lamonte Trotter
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ay, yo, **** think we jelly till they belly on the cement
We meant everything we said, this might slip and bust your head
I ain't fuckin' with no feds, don't go fuckin' with this Kev
You gon' fuck around end up dead, from some hot shit in your head
Got a laundry list of problems and I solve them every week
Gotta stack up all my dollars, case these **** think it's sweet
I don't know about no pensions, but I know about the streets
So the way that I converted, it's enough to make them week
These **** thought I stay down, they like to see you like that
They push you to the point your only option is to fight back
And when it's time to strike back, they callin' you a bully
They make you turn heel and I don't understand it fully
Fuck it,
It's 50-50 like wishbone, get sick stoned
And when they come out with shit, music the shit's cloned
These **** talkin' in that tone about this throne
They made me dust off the crown and put my shit on
I'm comin' back for that top spot, I won't stop
I taught my brother how to rap, y'all couldn't top Trott
Look, this is not a test, ****, this the real deal
Y'all ain't gettin' no yardage on the real field
Yeah, here we go for the fourth time
Get your guns, strap your boots, yeah, it's war time
We gon' get it in the dirt, **** draw lines
But Slizza never gave a fuck, boy I cross-lines
Whoa
I'm like ready, set, go, I'm the **** with the plan
I'm the man in the yo,
Been stackin' from the ceiling to the floor
If you know, then you know,
If you don't, sorry, bro, you gotta roll
Ayy, look, I been runnin' tracks since a youngin' in the back
Banging music out the shack, magic rabbit out the hat
And I know it for a fact, **** underneath my feet
And I ain't never take a loss, cause I don't understand defeat
Make em wanna bang this shit, ayy, Joey, bang it out the Jeep
They ain't talkin' bout shit then make them **** take a seat
I ain't never ever worry about what **** thought of me
Bitches neither, you believe it, you can blog with all the tea
**** partin' on my teeth, see me smilin' cause I'm happy now
My hair was curly, but it's nappy now, dreadlocks
Put you in that hip-hop headlock,
put me up against any rapper I'ma kill him or a deadlock
I ain't playin', I'm sayin' I'm one of the best
Any **** wanna test, this your invite, come and get it
And I ain't thinkin' bout next time, it's this time
Fuckin' with Slick Buck, you gon' get a sick pine
Yeah, here we go for the fourth time
Get your guns, strap your boots, yeah, it's war time
We gon' get it in the dirt, **** draw lines
But Slizza never gave a fuck, boy I cross-lines
Whoa
I'm like ready, set, go, I'm the **** with the plan
I'm the man in the yo,
Been stackin' from the ceiling to the floor
If you know, then you know,
If you don't, sorry, bro, you gotta roll
Written by: Kevin Lamonte Trotter
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