Texty:
Envy Fingers Crossed

Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy

it Universal in never ending Running from herself No reversal though in his calling Locked inside his, locked inside his hell She's burning her cross With his fingers crossed

cross won't help you now it won't Oh these ashes will redeem White and clean like sanity, if you will [x2] Who are you to point fingers A garden always