Mac Taz - That Way (feat. PressPlay)

I been crossing state lines
Stacking up slow niggas get left behind
Stuck in my old ways this shit get hard
Cross me up then you know you then crossed my heart
And I don't wanna be that way
But these niggas still gone hate
And I don't wanna be that way
But these niggas still gone hate
Every day I'm fighting demons these niggas steady testing me
I do life twice before I let me my momma bury me
Gotta stay dangerous these streets ain't safe
Boss man get you hit While I'm out the way
It be the closest ones to you look how they did Nip
That's why I'm never seen without a pole with a stick
I then seen so many casualties of war
No matter the lead I'm still tryna up the score
Blowing woods by the 8th just tryna get my mind right
Qualy or the act I'm just tryna get the line right
I don't need a clock to tell me that my time right
The man like ace boogie but I don't really like the lime light
Known to be the shooter my team call my curry
Even better in the clutch so they never have to worry
Ain't no man can say he helped make my plate
RIP my cousin Deek a legend in that interstate
I been crossing state lines
Stacking up slow niggas get left behind
Stuck in my old ways this shit get hard
Cross me up then you know you then crossed my heart
And I don't wanna be that way
But these niggas still gone hate
And I don't wanna be that way
But these niggas still gone hate
I been crossing state lines
Tryna move that weight lets get it
Please forget it nevermind
Shorty bad she tryna fuck I tell that bitch to get in line
I be back when I'm done yea crossing state lines
But then I had to get a bag
I told that bitch to get her mind right
Thuggin tussling we fucking good just get her mind right
Grip tight that's how I'm riding with this pole tonight
Hen dog sipping we drinking that's what I'm on tonight
Your bitch right fucked her just once oh boy that pussy tight
But look
I had to cross that state line
Politician proposition put 40 up on his mind
Bring him back I wanna do it but something up on his mind
I can never let a fuck nigga try me
Why me
I got some killers that's right beside me
9 Peice
Fuck a McChicken run me my fries please
Wisley
Lurking around killers rocking both sides of me
Look
Why do I really steady have to play these game
Sick and tired boy I'm fed up
Why do I really steady have to play these game
Sick and tired boy I'm fed up
I been crossing state lines
Stacking up slow niggas get left behind
Stuck in my old ways this shit get hard
Cross me up then you know you then crossed my heart
And I don't wanna be that way
But these niggas still gone hate
And I don't wanna be that way
But these niggas still gone hate

Written by:
Kevin Bowman, Patrick Little Jr.

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