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Description
Producer: Bizness Boi
Producer: Bizness Boi
Producer: Fridayy
Producer: Fortune
Mixer, Recorded By: Aaron Mattes
Co- Producer: NLE Choppa
Vocals: NLE Choppa
Masterer: Tiernan Cranny
Writer: Bryson Potts
Writer: Andre Robertson
Writer: Francis Leblanc
Writer: Rodney Montreal
Lyrics and translation
Original
Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's -up to you. -Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Aye, them boy, they countin' me out. They left me for dead.
In my darkest moments, I ain't see -the sunshine.
-Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's up to you.
But it's all good. They can't kill me, they can't hurt me.
We ain't got nothin' to lose, but we got somethin' to prove.
They can't bend or break me.
Aye, feel that carb, make sure pressure in it.
A hundred, two hundred, three hundred shots of better with me, yeah. Them niggas fucked, but I was celibate.
I hung my jersey up, I'm back out of retirement.
Electric slide on 'em, chop tops and two steppers when we ride on 'em.
I survived, homie, flatlines, I'm allergic to what I run from, yeah.
We take a loss and then we shake back. They took one, they couldn't take that.
I know them niggas hate that, for real.
The real reaper in the flesh, nigga, I'm above death. I got somethin' to prove, leave his head hangin' off his neck.
Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's -up to you. -I. . .
-will- -We ain't got nothin' to lose, but we got -somethin' to prove. -Not. . . lose.
Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's -up to you. -I. . . will-
We ain't got nothin' to lose, but we got somethin' to prove.
Not. . . lose.
Hard body, ain't nothin' that can break me, bitch, God got me.
Anything that happened to me, I did proudly. Karma my enemy, I know it heard 'bout me.
Send another my way, it's gon' be another body.
Nothin' to lose but my life, can't let nobody take me. As long as I can take a deep breath, forever grateful.
As long as ma can call my phone and check up on her baby.
I'ma be all good, don't worry 'bout my safety. To kill me, you gon' need more than a gun and a bullet.
The whole heaven gotta be backin' you when you pull it.
Gotta be a pro behind that trigger, not a rookie. The devil himself gotta do it, it can't be no pussy.
Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's -up to you. -I. . . will-
We ain't got nothin' to lose, but we got somethin' to prove.
Not. . . lose.
Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's -up to you. -I. . . will-
We ain't got nothin' to lose, but we got somethin' to prove.
Not. . . lose.
I ain't got too much to say, and every dog has his day. When it's mine, I'ma be okay.
This just the price we gotta pay. Check one and we stretch sun on the walk up.
To my dead homies, represent all of 'em.
Know them niggas hatin' on me, but tell 'em all love. And they next, don't jump ships, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's up to you.
We ain't got nothin' to lose, but we got somethin' to prove.
Cross that line, we been the most, wrong or right, we got you, wrong or right, it's up to you.
We, we ain't got nothin' to lose, but we got somethin' to prove