| Crossroad, I know
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| Tonight somebody won’t make it home
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| Out here on my own
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| Somebody tell me where I went wrong
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| I need ten of 'em
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| Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
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| Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
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| I’m the one took that L
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| They who gained, they ain’t win nothin'
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| Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
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| Caught a nigga lackin', got him 'round my way
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| I’ma move around, you just pull up and spray
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| Meet me in Valley Park, get the payment after dark
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| Homicide ridin' down 38
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| Brainstorm at night, don’t see nothing
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| Look for you at night, guess that love shit, it don’t mean nothing
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| These killers with me, they mean all harm, oh
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| Lost in the streets and that shit taking my soul
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| They’ll step on me, shit, that’s for all that I know
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| Back against the wall, I’ll blow my pole
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| Trapped, I ain’t get no code
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| I don’t owe them shit, probably owe my bros
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| My love on full, I’m fucking on her with no rubber
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| It’s gutter, I struggled
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| I let her go shopping for me 'cause I know that it’s all on the muscle
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| Teach you how to hustle
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| This Givenchy 'fit I got on that you bought me, these hoes love it
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| Brand-new whip, tell them people don’t touch it
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| Fear of God on, they can’t tell I’m clutching
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| I need ten of 'em
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| Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
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| Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
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| I’m the one took that L
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| They who gained, they ain’t win nothin'
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| Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
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| Maserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt), I’m gone
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| Murder, I’ma pray that I make it back home
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| Dump dead, Q feel everything gone
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| Dave dead, I just want everybody gone
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| Late-night blues at the cemetery
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| Go and catch a body, I’ll see you in Heaven
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| Northside 38, 4Trey steppin'
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| Green leave you red, that’s flag activity
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| Stay sticked up, that’s real infinity
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| Big bro chemist in the kitchen
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| Young bad bitch, I ain’t got no chemistry
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| Gravedigger chain, that’s history
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| I know for a fact broke niggas not feelin' me
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| Nigga, just keep your distance
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| I can bet a hundred racks that they plan on killing me
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| Fuck that, better yet, bet a million
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| All the way home
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| All the way home
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| All the way home
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| All the way home
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| Crossroad, I know
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| Tonight somebody won’t make it home
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| (I bet these bitch-ass niggas won’t make it home)
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| Out here on my own (Fuck 'em)
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| Somebody tell me where I went wrong |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cross Roads , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Top, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп