Lyrics Crossroads - TP, Phonte

Crossroads

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 nigga 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 niggas into cold stars
Yap y’all, lap y’all like go karts
Barbershop flow, y’all don’t want no parts
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