Cross Roads

Okay yeah fuego alright aye
 Okay yeah alright
 Bigga cream soda boys
 Po'd up on the couch
 All we do is drink and
 Smoke you can hardly
 Hear a sound heard a
 Knock at the door and
 Took through the peephole
 Then all of a sudden the
 Hallway turned into a
 Gun show niggas tried
 To do me in like Alpo
 Wood grain on that
 Draco barbecue burning
 Like a bag of sweet heat
 Made it by the skin of
 My teeth rocking undercover
 Garments by Jun Takahashi
 When it come to beef
 That ain't my cup of tea
 Floating subtle like a
 Butterfly dat two two three
 Sting like a bumblebee but
 I'm never pussy running
 Cunnilingus fold up the
 Pound throw it in the
 Trunk right next to the
 Speakers creeping like a
 Pair of creepers and skrrt
 Out hard like a speed demon
 Killing for the sake of killing
 Catching wreck without a
 Reason cuz sometimes you
 Don't even need one
 When you making money
 Making moves grabbing dollars
 By the fistful since my baby
 Bro got caught wit dat pistol
 Life been realer than the
 Jaw on a pit bull killspray
 The über xl bring the driver
 To a slow stop then finish
 Off all the passengers now
 That's what you call a Deadpool
 Bitch I'm a modern day
 Marvel column box em in
 Like comic strips strapped up
 Like a fucking superhero niggas
 Be playing games on these computers
 Rolling the dice gamble yo
 Life away in solitude playing
 Solitaire I don't give a fuck
 Cuz I don't care can't walk
 Around living outta fear
 Been bumping Bone Crusher
 Smoking roaches just finished
 Watching the bone collector
 So you know a nigga never
 Scared better be prepared
 When that lead hit floor
 And bounce off of the wall
 Chipping the paint while
 It ricochet make you give
 Up them goods like a giveaway
 And if you got some good left
 In you don't let it slip away aye
 Imma meet you at the
 Crossroad my conscious
 Heavy like a heavyweight
 I got a whole lot at stake
 Moving in and outta state
 Before you give you gotta
 Take my soul went up and
 Went away somewhere out
 There on that interstate listening
 To a trapaholics mixtape
 Imma meet you at the
 Crossroad my conscious
 Heavy like a heavyweight
 I got a whole lot at stake
 Moving in and outta state
 Before you give you gotta
 Take my soul went up and
 Went away somewhere out
 There on that interstate listening
 To a trapaholics mixtape hey
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah aye