Femdot - Crossroads lyrics

[Verse] Gotta call from my homie, he got a proposition I know he put in work and he just got a new position See, he move Oxy and obviously need someone to split the profit with So seems like I'd be the one to get it He upgraded to moving white girl, now he moving Chickens Oxy still coming by the zip, he need someone to flip it Now I'm hesitant, but my mind still tell me that I'm tripping Femdelacreme still need mixing, and prom is getting expensive So I say "What's the catch?". He says "No, catch. Man you my n***a" "Just make sure one-hundred percent, that you'll be with it. Once I get my shipments Give you half and I need you to flip it Just meet at the part in Evanston, right up off Simpson Make sure you move in silence, and nobody know your business Keep everything up north, so it's no way you can get caught slipping." He said he want thirty percent of everything that I'm getting I know that kinda sound like a lot But his zips always contain 1,000 pills and they all go for like five dollars a pop Now I'm getting 3500 every bag I get a bag every two weeks, my n***a you do the math Everything is going smooth, man I swear it's no more stressing Delacreme sounding impressive, Just spent $500 prom, man I'm flexing I just copped some new kicks, even fixed up my old whip Man I had that old Camry walking around looking s**y I'm consistently getting new gear, from moving to my new peers From Lincoln Park, all the way up to New Trier I just graduated, at graduation I spoke That was around the same time I had graduated to coke Would tell my mom I would go to the open mic But I'd really just just got to my homie home once a week to whip up the stove Once I got comfortable really (really) whipping the yolk He'd a front me a half to sale for the white kids for the low But on the third day some n***as raided his home Shot my n***a in his chest and again right up in his dome Then hit me up in my neck I had never made it home I could only just imagine my mom when she grabbed that phone When she just heard the news that her youngest son was gone First Tun had came in then, my sister had came home "Rest in Peace Dilla" T-Shirts and memorials at my home But none this never happened, I never picked that phone. Damn [Chorus] x3 I could of sold dope n***a, but I'd rather slang this hope n***a, King Dilla I could of sold coke n***a, but I'd rather slang this hope n***a, King Dilla They want to lock me down, lock me down, they want to lock me down x2