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For a while Video (MV)




Performed By: The Cross
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Chukwuebuka Mbamalu




The Cross - For a while Lyrics
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Gotta lot
Going through my head so I pick a pen
They say pay attention but nigga I don't got much I can spend
So I count to ten
While I close my eyes
Reminiscing on the past gotta couple ties
I be spitting real shit coming out my mind
I be one of the realest you Gon ever find
Time flies
So I put on my wrist just to slow it down
Bipolar to a fact
So you might catch happy putting up a frown
Not a man down
Gotta lotta f*cking killas just to go around
Got the team crowned
Nigga if you didn't know you gotta know now
Four pounds
Really loud
And all my niggas close like a unibrow
Stay stunting that's a mission
Gotta guns blazing niggas ducking like a midget
Steph currys with precision
Steady f*cking on the system
Boy you know we do the most
But we hardly get a mention
But we hardly get offended
That we hardly get attended
I might pull up in a ghost
Scare the f*ck out all these niggas so they know what's up
Yeah I know there's some things that I said that I couldn't take back
No regrets from this side
Moving on yeah I had to face facts
Face facts
Real facts
I'd rather chase cheese than to hunt rats
I'd rather f*ck a pussy than to pet cats
I'd rather have a ten than to date less
Black nigga smoking green inna red benz
Four seater
More money n less friends
Wrong steps that I took for right checks
Dark shades still see through em black lens
Slept with my dream girl now a past tense
Perfect body great voice just like tems
Black nigga smoking green inna red benz
Four seater
More money n less friends
Wrong steps that I took for right checks
Dark shades still see through em black lens
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Gotta lot
Going through my head so I pick a pen
They say pay attention but nigga I don't got much I can spend
So I count to ten
While I close my eyes
Reminiscing on the past gotta couple ties
I be spitting real shit coming out my mind
I be one of the realest you Gon ever find
Time flies
So I put on my wrist just to slow it down
Bipolar to a fact
So you might catch happy putting up a frown
Not a man down
Gotta lotta f*cking killas just to go around
Got the team crowned
Nigga if you didn't know you gotta know now
Four pounds
Really loud
And all my niggas close like a unibrow
Stay stunting that's a mission
Gotta guns blazing niggas ducking like a midget
Steph currys with precision
Steady f*cking on the system
Boy you know we do the most
But we hardly get a mention
But we hardly get offended
That we hardly get attended
I might pull up in a ghost
Scare the f*ck out all these niggas so they know what's up
Yeah I know there's some things that I said that I couldn't take back
No regrets from this side
Moving on yeah I had to face facts
Face facts
Real facts
I'd rather chase cheese than to hunt rats
I'd rather f*ck a pussy than to pet cats
I'd rather have a ten than to date less
Black nigga smoking green inna red benz
Four seater
More money n less friends
Wrong steps that I took for right checks
Dark shades still see through em black lens
Slept with my dream girl now a past tense
Perfect body great voice just like tems
Black nigga smoking green inna red benz
Four seater
More money n less friends
Wrong steps that I took for right checks
Dark shades still see through em black lens
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Writer: Chukwuebuka Mbamalu
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