Lyrics
Crosses 'round my neck, on my chain, homie
(uh) nigga think we homies (uh)
Yo, homie think we homies 'cause
He know my middle name
Shortie all up on me she
Must think she gettin' saved
Pinky ring on me don't I
Look like I'm engaged
Married to the money, nigga
Married to the game
Homie think we in the same
Lane that's a shame higher than a plane
Higher than you niggas aim
Crosses around my neck, crosses on my chain
(crosses) cross 'em out the game, cross
'em out for life, fuck 'em
She know she ain't living right
But she spent the night (spent the night)
'Cause her nigga is a lame
He always tryna' fight
(always tryna' fight)
But when I pull up, he ain't tryna' bite
(he ain't tryna' fight)
I'd rather have a pocket knife
Than a perfect life (perfect life)
He mad as fuck his night didn't go right
(go right)
He brought her to the club, and lost his wife
(lost his wife)
And she he a lame, he ain't living right
(ain't living right)
Now she at the HQ, under the lights
(under the lights)
I smoke so many blunts I got a overbite
(a overbite)
I'm at the shake junt all night, living life
(I'm living life) i'm with doctor Jeffery
Memphis in the limelight (in the limelight)
You rap niggas so trash
Get your rhymes right
(get your rhymes right)
I'mma pop out the cut when the time right
(time right) i might pop out with my cup
To the crime site (crime site)
And look at it like I
Didn't do this last night (last night)
I'm so mothafuckin' crooked
I'mma end your life
Uh, homie think he know me
'cause he did in 2010
I am not your homie, homie
I am not your friend
Police try to pinch again