Mick Jenkins - Crossroads

[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 nigga that'd change with the fame, you could put it in quotes

Been down to ride for my niggas had pegs, on a Mongoose sitting on spokes

Pant cuffs sitting on the peanut butter loafs

Living on the rim of the glass of the water

Don't you see people out here pimping your hope

Living on a whim, lower class getting slaughtered, killed

Niggas in the streets on the pipe no kilt, it's a skirt motherfucker 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 niggas need a drink

Sun get hotter streets get colder, damn

You could tell these niggas need a drink

Spit his flow like is coming up the sink

And the shit hot like it's coming in the mink

Never dumb it down, make a dumb nigga think

Ginger in his tea make a dumb nigga 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 nigga up for smoking purple

I’m free, I’m screaming, "free my niggas" 'til the world blow

I’m screaming "free my niggas" '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 class, 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 niggas 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 suck my seed

I ain't giving up my seat

Saw my face through the stain glass 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, passing, 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 nigga)

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:gle (2013)