D.E.U.C.E - Carry Ya Cross

Yeah
Ion care how gangsta a nicca is
You working wit them people you a whole hoe

Ya voucher ain't legit ion claim you niccas
The streets fucked up yeah i blame you niccas
The sucka shit be coming with a bag attached
And for the money yall give these niccas a pass for that
Whoa
Straight up
Ya down bad my advice better get ya weight up
Cause time or these nothing ass bitches gone wait up
I say it with my back to the winall
They popped him with a brick of that purina with the fenayl
And now these rats in the club getting celebrated
The whole snitching game it done elevated
You know he working but it's cool cause he lace ya pockets
Over looking the fact his whole name on ya docket
I been taught by the best but prepared for the worst
You out here lacking nicca you best get prepared for a hearse
Can't put ya feelings in these hoes that will only get ya hurt
Tell the truth shame the devil if you scared go to church

Ya op watching & they plotting on knockin off
What's the move back down or go carry ya cross
These niccas playing wit ya life & they thinking you soft
Like its a game when it ain't better carry ya cross
You bought a bad batch of work now you taking a loss
But you know that come with the game carry ya cross
I tell the truth & niccas hate it it's pissin' them off
I keep it real fuck ya feelings carry ya cross

If it's up then it's stuck there and we can delete it
See i was raised in the gutta so that's how I'm gone keep it
Watch how they smile at yo table then frown at yo plate
Soon as you bow and say yo grace he gone pop you then eat it
I never hated i just waited my turn until it came
Rappers dying for attention & niccas killing for fame
You jealous of ya big homie now idols becoming rivals
And the gram got all the bitches feeling like they entitled
Its survival of the fittest you hurting you outta shape
Im talking money
If you ouchea and broke you outta place
Ya dawg keep catching cases but the time dont reflect it
But yet you too scared to check it the reason i dont respect it
Everyday i tell my younging look slow down
Ya opp aiming high but a bitch will do you lowdown
You knowing how it go down
The game aint changed just the niccas in it
Thats why the coup bullet proof and the windows tinted

Ya op watching & they plotting on knockin off
What's the move back down or go carry ya cross
These niccas playing wit ya life & they thinking you soft
Like its a game when it ain't better carry ya cross
You bought a bad batch of work now you taking a loss
But you know that come with the game carry ya cross
I tell the truth & niccas hate it it's pissin' them off
I keep it real fuck ya feelings carry ya cross

This none of thei rocket science homie
Why every time this nicca take a trip ot all his partnaz around him get snatched up by the feds
Yall see these niccas catching all these cases and they aint doing no time
They concealed informants
As long as nicca keep clocking in doing his work
The feds gone let him keep doing his dirt
Then these niccas fall right up in the club throwing jewelry on popping bottles
And you coward ass niccas and you lame ass hoes calling them 100
See thats the problem as long as a nicca got a bag he can get away with sucka shit
How you gone be scared of a nicca that work for the police

Written by:
Kendall Winston

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