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Walk Across the Bridge Video (MV)




Performed By: A St. George
Length: 1:20
Written by: Aubyn Allen




A St. George - Walk Across the Bridge Lyrics




Don Annix! The real hip hop! The real hip hop
They not ready for this! this the real hip hop! St. George
Uh! Walk across the bridge but don't burn it
If you win go ahead talk your sh*t cause you earned it
Wasnt born with knowledge, everything i know i learned it
Tried some things didnt fit took it off returned it
I ain't into that so i gave it right back
I heard of sing for your supper but they making me rap
I'm up and these motherf*ckers still taking a nap
I'm racing the track! Increase my pace every lap
I'm running away! You cant see me facing my back
I know you amazed at the fact that you facing the facts
Thought karma wouldn't return it made its way back
Junk food in these streets you get ate for a snack
Too slow! I'm in an uber while you wait for a cab
But if it get too crazy then im making a dash
Like a test tube baby that they made in the lab
They "build" (billed) me I'm hot as acid they gave me the tab
We going dutch, you balling my free throw is clutch
Quiet the crowd, the loud noise cease to a hush
You slaves im making waves you need you a brush
I dealed you the stuff when it was illegal to puff
Deal me the cards, the odds is im reading your bluff
Honestly you probably haven't been reading enough
Lit the match on the stove, I'm just heating it up
Feeding you lunch at dinner and you eating it up
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Don Annix! The real hip hop! The real hip hop
They not ready for this! this the real hip hop! St. George
Uh! Walk across the bridge but don't burn it
If you win go ahead talk your sh*t cause you earned it
Wasnt born with knowledge, everything i know i learned it
Tried some things didnt fit took it off returned it
I ain't into that so i gave it right back
I heard of sing for your supper but they making me rap
I'm up and these motherf*ckers still taking a nap
I'm racing the track! Increase my pace every lap
I'm running away! You cant see me facing my back
I know you amazed at the fact that you facing the facts
Thought karma wouldn't return it made its way back
Junk food in these streets you get ate for a snack
Too slow! I'm in an uber while you wait for a cab
But if it get too crazy then im making a dash
Like a test tube baby that they made in the lab
They "build" (billed) me I'm hot as acid they gave me the tab
We going dutch, you balling my free throw is clutch
Quiet the crowd, the loud noise cease to a hush
You slaves im making waves you need you a brush
I dealed you the stuff when it was illegal to puff
Deal me the cards, the odds is im reading your bluff
Honestly you probably haven't been reading enough
Lit the match on the stove, I'm just heating it up
Feeding you lunch at dinner and you eating it up
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Writer: Aubyn Allen
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