"The Crosswalk" lyrics
Turn the light off in the booth for this shit
Much better, yeah
(Heartmakerz, crack music), Yaowa
I wish they played my kinda music on the radio
But here we are, it's okay, though, away we go
I'm hearin' garbage fellatio, yeah, they suck bad
Hip-hop losin' that wild factor it once had
All these ironies get me sick
Won't do anything for your clique, but do anything for a click
Screamin' "No cap" but wearin' too many hats
Let's snap back into rap, this new era don't fit
The idea of what I thought it would be
What happened with rappin' with "ugh", like who want it with me?
Guess that's that OG New Yorker in me
That bacon, egg, and cheese, salt, pepper, ketchup with a coffee or tea
That cornerstone movin' raw, it's like 14 degrees
Only thing under your North is a tee
Boogers froze, the hookers cold, but the block hot
It's a foot of snow on that top of that chop rock in your sock
The pushers know what I'm talkin' about, but that was old me
New me? Still the same guy, just swapped O-Z's with ooh-wee!
That boy can rhyme, and by puttin' bars together
I dodged them bars forever, that Tec was on the dresser
No tour with Large Professor, I swear to God, no extras
Yeah, my life coulda turned out different
But it didn't, now the wife got a A-list kitchen
The ignition in the whip sound like a SpaceX mission
I matte blacked it so it match the way my Amex hittin'
Rap lists without me got the apex missin'
I'm a predator, just been chillin' up in the trees
Moved out to the 'burbs with the chipmunks and the leaves
And my koi pond, sprinklin' fish chum in between
Y'all work hard work, be a victim or a G
I chose the latter
Broke generational curses, it was cloak and dagger
Climbed outta Hell with a broken ladder
I laugh now but back then was no jokin' matter
Lil' Joell with the afro
Smellin' in that Astros jacket with the velcro letters, half-ass, yo
Listenin' to cellar dwellers
But no dwellin' on the past, though
Who feelin' froggy? Well, then tadpole, you assholes
Enamored by my last go-around, but those is past flows
We at the crosswalk, this is boss talk
Not as many metaphors in all that
Can't use the word "like" as much when nowadays, you all that
I am a millionaire
I drive those foreign vehicles that sit you in the rear-view mirrors, switchin' gears
When I walk into the crib, I'm greeted by chandeliers
My beautiful wife top of the stairs, happy I'm there
Heated pool in the backyard, aw man, I swear
This one of them days I pinch myself and still be right here
Much better, yeah
(Heartmakerz, crack music), Yaowa
I wish they played my kinda music on the radio
But here we are, it's okay, though, away we go
I'm hearin' garbage fellatio, yeah, they suck bad
Hip-hop losin' that wild factor it once had
All these ironies get me sick
Won't do anything for your clique, but do anything for a click
Screamin' "No cap" but wearin' too many hats
Let's snap back into rap, this new era don't fit
The idea of what I thought it would be
What happened with rappin' with "ugh", like who want it with me?
Guess that's that OG New Yorker in me
That bacon, egg, and cheese, salt, pepper, ketchup with a coffee or tea
That cornerstone movin' raw, it's like 14 degrees
Only thing under your North is a tee
Boogers froze, the hookers cold, but the block hot
It's a foot of snow on that top of that chop rock in your sock
The pushers know what I'm talkin' about, but that was old me
New me? Still the same guy, just swapped O-Z's with ooh-wee!
That boy can rhyme, and by puttin' bars together
I dodged them bars forever, that Tec was on the dresser
No tour with Large Professor, I swear to God, no extras
Yeah, my life coulda turned out different
But it didn't, now the wife got a A-list kitchen
The ignition in the whip sound like a SpaceX mission
I matte blacked it so it match the way my Amex hittin'
Rap lists without me got the apex missin'
I'm a predator, just been chillin' up in the trees
Moved out to the 'burbs with the chipmunks and the leaves
And my koi pond, sprinklin' fish chum in between
Y'all work hard work, be a victim or a G
I chose the latter
Broke generational curses, it was cloak and dagger
Climbed outta Hell with a broken ladder
I laugh now but back then was no jokin' matter
Lil' Joell with the afro
Smellin' in that Astros jacket with the velcro letters, half-ass, yo
Listenin' to cellar dwellers
But no dwellin' on the past, though
Who feelin' froggy? Well, then tadpole, you assholes
Enamored by my last go-around, but those is past flows
We at the crosswalk, this is boss talk
Not as many metaphors in all that
Can't use the word "like" as much when nowadays, you all that
I am a millionaire
I drive those foreign vehicles that sit you in the rear-view mirrors, switchin' gears
When I walk into the crib, I'm greeted by chandeliers
My beautiful wife top of the stairs, happy I'm there
Heated pool in the backyard, aw man, I swear
This one of them days I pinch myself and still be right here
