Tekst piosenki ' Crosses ' wykonawcy Stove God Cooks

Why? Why? Tell me.. uh

Tell me somethin’, tell me somethin’
Trillest nigga ever did it, tell me somethin’
Tell me somethin’
I put the whole city on, tell me somethin’
Tell me somethin’
I had to make the back door in the front (Brrrr)
My young nigga on the run
Tell me somethin’, tell me somethin’

How you live with all that magic bottled up?
Daddy made me after a fight, momma ain’t wanna fuck
That’s the shit that I’m a product of
Just made bail, I’m on my way to whip that powder up
Dreamin’ I could be one of these rap niggas
My young boy got the wall against his back, nigga
Back against the wall like "where it’s at, nigga?"
Just his name and a nine, he wanna brrrrahhhh
In the Maybach John was drivin'
I was thinkin' I done came a long way from ridin’ dirty until they sound the sirens
I refuse the search then they bring them K9's in
Ran the plug money back like Deion did for the ‘niners
The trap lords had to design this
All these chains on just to remind us
We came from bondage, I’m a God-send
This marathon I’m cool runnin’ like niggas in bobsleds
Bitch, this that up three Burt and State shit (Up three)
Barbershop parkin lot with the weight shit from down the way
Now we out in LA racin’ wraiths, say my name in vein
Get yo face split, nigga, taste this
Fentanyl flow, you bit off more than you could chew
My daughter wear chinchillas to the pettin' zoo
Got my bitch eatin’ breakfast at Tiffany’s
I knew this shit was meant for me when I was whippin’ keys
I understand Remy, I would've shot too
'Cause back then I couldn’t risk a G, this shit risky business
I knew life was changin’ when them fifteen chickens came
Bitch, my wrist amazin'
Don’t make me go throw on my bigger chain
In a tsunami I'll sell a brick of rain (Brick of rain)

Tell me somethin’, tell me somethin’
What the stamp like? Tell me somethin’
What it cook like? Tell me somethin’
I put the whole city on, tell me somethin’ (Woo)
Tell me somethin’, tell me somethin’
Tell me somethin’, I put the fuckin city on (Put the fuckin' city on)

First Roc-a-Fella break up, now every day I wake
My P.O. in my fuckin' way
He’s still mad about that boss that we ran out of state
They still on us 'bout that four hundred thousand hid in my momma basement
Face it, feds gave us a pop quiz and we aced it
Don’t let 'em tangle up your laces
Why you think they call this shit a race?
'Cause it’s a fuckin race, bitch
And they made you believe that you ain’t even racin’
This tax-free dope money got 'em hatin’
Me and Melo got a lot in common
We both got dropped from them rockets
The aliens brought me here in a spaceship
Your crib ain’t even worth my bracelet
Aviani just gave my Patek a facelift
I’m thinkin' gold, I’m thinkin' drone
I’m thinkin' when this shit over, what happened to your soul?
You was thinkin' like the masses, I was thinkin' rouge
Thinkin’ bold, I cracked the code
I was thinkin' all this shit when I was on the stove, cookin’ coke
I’m thinkin' if we make it home
Take the rental doors off in our low then we on a roll
(Then we on a roll)

Tell me somethin’, tell me somethin’
What the stamp like? Tell me somethin’
What it cook like? Tell me somethin’
I put the whole city on, tell me somethin’ (Woo)
Tell me somethin’, tell me somethin’
Tell me somethin’, I put the fuckin city on (Put the fuckin' city on)