Fatin - CrossRoads lyrics

[Phonte]: While TP was running ball, Tiggalo was running bars Battle tested, about 100 scars Rap game had me feeling like it ain't no fun at all Had me at a crossroads like a n***a missed his uncle Charles Two years later I'm back on Tay's business The cameo Copperfield, master Tay wizard Take 16 ball burying fresh off the benches Flow, stay on point just like a state witness The new breed of Carolina boys on your head now I'm talking TP, Big Re and Mez now So you can go and put the silliness to bed now Cause all our rap sheets got 700 thread count Every four bars I spit is like crowbars Turning all you diva n***as into cold stars Yap y'all, lap y'all like go karts Barbershop flow, y'all don't want no parts [Outro] [Phonte talking] Hahaha. Yo, you don't want it brother, I'm trying to tell you. Just give up. Just give up. I make my own gravy. I make my own gravy