CRUSADE Lyrics

Won't see me creepin' up, he finna feel a knife up in his gut

I don't keep it tucked

I see him out in public then it's up, and it's stuck there

The way I did the boy, that shit was unfair

Crashin' castles, more like tabernacles, just don't compare

And I ain't want to, but he kept pressin' his luck

Ayahuasca in my body, got DMT in my blunt

Diggin' ditches for these ignorant bitches, bury 'em in dust

I'm a problem in this industry, I'm kickin' out the runts

You a small fry, you just a small guy, gon' head get hogtied

All eyes on me, that's the reason I got mob ties

Twisted bitches in my DMs, yes youngin, they all fine

Ounce of blow up on the plate, I ain't sharin', it's all mine

Creepin' up, he finna feel a knife up in his gut

I don't keep it tucked

I see him out in public then it's up, and it's stuck there

The way I did the boy, that shit was unfair

Crashin' castles, more like tabernacles, just don't compare

Ass hat, I ain't gon' blast back, I'm shootin' first

If it come to it, I ain't gon' hold back

I'll do the worst I can possibly do to you and yo posse get boogaloo'd

Got a witch with me, play the wrong card and you get cursed

Hear that burst "Blow"

Holdin' back them tears, I know it hurts "Ow"

Sayin' I ain't with it, me and gang up on yo turf now

Don't be hidin', put them dogs on you, you get searched out

She say she lesbian but The Raven got her turned out

Flack jacket with the drake up under it, a tight fit

"Nice kicks" Knock him out them bitches when this pipe spit

Icicle into his eye for all that gripin'

Love the way it feel when it get messy, can't describe it