Line Of Scrimmage

I show trust it still ends the same

Instead of friends

You got friends frontin only out for your fame

They tryna cross the line [x4] [Slug]

Tryna steer through this jungle made of concrete

Drew the map on my hand

The ink sweatted off me

They tryna cross the line [x4] [VERSE 1] [Evidence]

Defense, no charity event

And they say, familiarity breeds content

And I say, this ain't a parody just barely vent

What I feel until it's so clear

I'm scared of my sense

New day, built for the distance

Never knew which side to choose til they drew the line of scrimmage

I view different sagas, never doubt my outcome

They seeing double-vision for invested interests (keep it movin)

Win some, you just lost one though

Defend what

I love, don't give a **** the drum's slow

I'm an eagle, **** par for the course

Your little birdies seek peace but ain't planned for war (nope!)

L.A., still workin the angles

Evy ain't a devil just a greazy angel

I got love, got slug, got drugs, some thugs

Still keep it moving never threw my anchor (uh!)

Same son, friends ain't changed (nah)

It's a cold game still sniffin

Ronald Reagan *******

Don't wait, hand and foot on me

He's a machine, mechanical anti-freeze (hot!)

Light up, the mind of a genius

Smoke this cush, there'll be no lies between us

Every step

I take, dangerous

Here we go, three seconds, this message 'bout to self-destruct [HOOK] [VERSE 2] [Slug]

Down wind, your new found friend

Drew the guilt across the grill just like a clowns grin,

I'm all in

Tall and thin, tears down walls when the dolphin gets caught

In whatever pocket she falls in

Shame none, the blame game's done

No more sweatin through the heat wave waiting to make the rain come

Gain some, ingrained from the same tongue

Can tell by how

I bang some everybody wang chung

Free-throw, feeble it seems so

Break the egg and let the greed grow, beggin me to re-load

Heave-ho, behold the super freak show

Navigate through people with that life fast bleed slow

Down play, about face, the clay rotates around whatever it takes to make you count them praise nowadays

Show the ace, with no poker face

On the belly, open legs and hold the aim between his shoulder blades

*******-biz, so terror thick

The air is thick with embarrassment, go share it with your therapist

There it is, careless to pair with the no-name

Tag-wearing, faux-famous derelict

Now sit, and wrap yourself around it

When your done wear it like an outfit in front of the town*******p

Sound check, allowed inside of the mix

To show em all why

I'm this make the music with your mouth biz [HOOK] [OUTRO]

Yeah that's it right there 310, 612

Ev, Slug Alc

Putting these little thumbtacks up all over the map

Connecting these dots

We watching out for these double-cross cats tryna cross the line

You know Give and inch they take feet

Give 'em feet they take the street (haha)