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