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Across the State Video (MV)




Performed By: DE Tommi
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Thomas Drummond




DE Tommi - Across the State Lyrics
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Boy, haha, yeah
Get the f*ck off your ass and make some shake
The clock don't stop, it's no time to waste
Nigga, when I die, I'ma take the pape
Only thing that I'm leaving is this new tape
Nobody bullet proof, I swear I can get you
Shout out North for this fire instrumental
Hit your ass with some lead like I'm shooting pencils
Now your family gotta suffer cause you're lost potential
I don't care about the times I gotta try again
Either way, boy, I'm gone f*cking win
I'ma pray that God keep me out of sin
Just here for the money, don't have no friends
Whatever speaker knocker said, get it by my lonely
Touchdown in the D, man, I need some coney
You not bout what you say, you just wanna troll me
AR and a 30, tryna dodge the police
Couldn't cry about it, boy, had to make it happen
I can ride out the beat cause this bitch slapping
Bout to turn none to some, bout to work magic
Can't be out moving loose, gotta make it balance
Finna fly a thousand miles way across the state
You ain't tryna make a move, but you tryna hate
Boy, you f*cking up, watch your own plate
I'ma stay in my lane, these niggas wanna race
Everyday I ask God for a better life
Always find myself coming back to the mic
Y'all can keep the hoes, I fell in love with takin' flights
You ain't want me back then, you can take a hike
Money, money, money, money, all I think about
You just hating on another man, sitting in the house
I'm just out of town, thinking bout another route
You got something on your mind, nigga, get it out, nigga
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Boy, haha, yeah
Get the f*ck off your ass and make some shake
The clock don't stop, it's no time to waste
Nigga, when I die, I'ma take the pape
Only thing that I'm leaving is this new tape
Nobody bullet proof, I swear I can get you
Shout out North for this fire instrumental
Hit your ass with some lead like I'm shooting pencils
Now your family gotta suffer cause you're lost potential
I don't care about the times I gotta try again
Either way, boy, I'm gone f*cking win
I'ma pray that God keep me out of sin
Just here for the money, don't have no friends
Whatever speaker knocker said, get it by my lonely
Touchdown in the D, man, I need some coney
You not bout what you say, you just wanna troll me
AR and a 30, tryna dodge the police
Couldn't cry about it, boy, had to make it happen
I can ride out the beat cause this bitch slapping
Bout to turn none to some, bout to work magic
Can't be out moving loose, gotta make it balance
Finna fly a thousand miles way across the state
You ain't tryna make a move, but you tryna hate
Boy, you f*cking up, watch your own plate
I'ma stay in my lane, these niggas wanna race
Everyday I ask God for a better life
Always find myself coming back to the mic
Y'all can keep the hoes, I fell in love with takin' flights
You ain't want me back then, you can take a hike
Money, money, money, money, all I think about
You just hating on another man, sitting in the house
I'm just out of town, thinking bout another route
You got something on your mind, nigga, get it out, nigga
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Writer: Thomas Drummond
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