Cross The Waters (feat. Hit-Boy)

Feel this shit from across the waters

And we got yo bitch hot and bothered

Can't enter rooms with amateur novice

Played the bench and flip it to starters

Ghetto gods, we takin' it farther

Candlelight, cause we lost some martyrs

I can feel it across the waters

Yeah, and so it seems

I was Top Dawg, Martin Luther King

Dirty work to get the Ws and rings

I'm the one that hit the boards and set the screens

Not its Malcolm cuz this shit by any means

Yeah, balance the highs with the lows

Black kings here, check the guns at the doors

My bitch too exclusive, keep the cameras on

the floor

 Yeah, this for the hooligans and hustlers

Narrative to cancel out our leaders, y'all some busters

Hov come from where we came from, so we trust em

So if I see an NFL deal, I know what's comin

Get that on the back end

To reach my dream, I had to damn near sell my Lexus

I had to live my worst days to write my best shit

And now it's envelope money, get the message

Yeah, yeah

Feel this shit from across the waters

And we got yo bitch hot and bothered

Can't enter rooms with amateur novice

Played the bench and flip it to starters

Ghetto gods, we takin' it farther

Candlelight, cause we lost some martyrs

I can feel it across the waters

The ones you least expect to leave, you on stuck

They done fucked over some real ones, so homie, I'm ducked

Brody, I told me it's up, we at them high levels

Fresh back home from vacay, only time I settle

Couple of my day ones down, they can't get bail

I was on that plug shit way back in 2012 Got a demon with a hot style, pussy good as

hell Time flyin' just like me in traffic and

good Chanel I'm just reversin' the V12 while I'm ashin'

You ain't gotta compliment the wave, I know I'm splashin'

Chevron tape, brown flows, hit-boy gassin' We on that summer madness, stay on that summer

sadness Goin' out bad like four-year-olds, didn't

see a psychic But I know where my fortune holds, cause

I do my job I think we the 24-inch mob

Might run up in your office with a bat and break the laptop

This ain't the whole picture, this just a snapshot

They think I ain't got this shit crackin', they doin' crack rocks

Hoopin' on the blacktop, taught me even with scars

You can still get back to it and reach the stars

Three cigars in at the lounge, I'm makin' rounds

Tryin' show big hitters more out there than weighin' pounds

We damn near like a pops to each other, big brother

Sins of my father, I'm prayin' I don't suffer

Yeah, finished shit from across the waters And we got your bitch hot and bothered

Came in the rooms with amateur novice Played the bench and flip it to stardust

Ghetto gods, we takin' it farther Candlelight cause we lost some martyrs

I can feel it across the waters