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letra de crossroads - femdot

[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 getting expensive
so i say “what’s the catch?”. he says “no, catch. man you my n-gga
all i gotta know is 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 park in evanston, right up off simpson
make sure you move in silence, and n0body 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 like every bag
i get a bag every two weeks, my n-gga you do the math
everything is going smooth, man i swear it’s no more stressing
delacreme sounding impressive, just spent $500 on my 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-xy
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 c0ke
would tell my mom i would go to the open mic
but i’d really just just go to my homie home once a week to whip up the stove
once i felt 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-ggas raided his home
shot my n-gga in his chest and again right up in his dome
then hit me up in my neck i never had 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 answered the phone. d-mn

[chorus] x3
i could of sold dope n-gga, but i’d rather slang this hope n-gga, king dilla
i could of sold c0ke n-gga, but i’d rather slang this hope n-gga, king dilla

they want to lock me down, lock me down, they want to lock me down x2

- femdot

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