Mick Jenkins - Cross Roads lyrics

[Produced by OnGaud] [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] Started from the bottom of the map Move to the Chi like fifth grade Running like the water from the tap Move with a mind like what switch blades see I ain't never been the type of n***a that'd change with the fame, you could put it in quotes Been down to ride for my n***as had pegs, on a Mongoose sitting on spokes Pant cuffs sitting on the peanut bu*ter loafs Living on the rim of the gla** of the water Don't you see people out here pimping your hope Living on a whim, lower cla** getting slaughtered, k**ed n***as in the streets on the pipe no kilt, it's a skirt motherf**er you know it Pull the triggers to the beats Taking lives, no guilt Got the summer feel like it's snowing, cold Shoulders, murders, mowed us down Damn, you could tell these n***as need a drink Sun get hotter streets get colder, damn You could tell these n***as need a drink Spit his flow like is coming up the sink And the sh** hot like it's coming in the mink Never dumb it down, make a dumb n***a think Ginger in his tea make a dumb n***a drink Grippin your heart and grippin your soul Grippin that iron, I'm dropping that zinc Gotta move smart I didn't learned from the dope Just what I'm gonna do, with the coke and the ink Like oh no, they locked a n***a up for smoking purple I'm free, I'm screaming, "free my n***as" 'til the world blow I'm screaming "free my n***as" 'til the world blow Save Money she gonna do it for the free [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] She gonna do it for the free Dinner reservations with a Navajo Indian in her family like a lot of hoes Lot of hoes done said they was not a ho Lotta Leprechauns done lied about they pot'o'gold I'm bout my green like an avocado guacamole I'm from the Chi, she say she shy but she gotta go Prodigal Solid gold Chains bought from college shows Staying out in Hollywood Wayne out of Hollygrove Kamikaze comma Common Keef and ComicCon Ye and me and King L Katie here's a comet coming Kamehameha, Chi may have made a spirit bomb Here's a ton of acid, ready for it here it comes, (WOOOOO!) Uh, I'm just having fun with it Vic just brought the beef up, Mick just brought a gun with it You think you could stomach it? Umf, tummy ache All you did was shadow box, All you did was run in place Started from the middle of the cla**, multi-entendre And now I can do what I wanna Shouts out Shetandra and Shando, shouldn't have shined a light on me [Verse 3: Vic Mensa] Staring at the bottom of the bottle Pour it out for the fam take the shots In the land, shoot first think last that's the motto Money on my mind Mega Millions on the rise, scratch off like I'm tryna win the lotto Lot of baller n***as done lied about their jump shots Tryna play the shooter 'til they shot him (pow) Got 'em (pow pow) Shoes off and kick up my feet Talk dirty, never brush my teeth Tell em I'm Rosa Parks, they can s** my seed I ain't giving up my seat Saw my face through the stain gla** window in church Demons in the night when I sleep Stole the collection cash out the pastor's purse Gave it to a bum to get something to eat Paper twistin, bend it backwards Flip the script, dyslexic actors Atom smashing, pa**ing, bombing, writing it off my taxes Uncle Sam done put a deficit on my debit card Me, Mick Jenkins and Chancelor, chances are you no competitor (OnGaud my n***a)