Wrote: 2011
Song: Krossover
Album: Ready 4 War

V1
Bailn 2 da sto, n a muscle shirt,
Dikky shortz & house shoez,
Gettn blitzd, early n da morning,
Showing off, my tattooz...
Spottn hommyz, who wanna know,
What I'm gon' do, if I make it,
Blowing kronik, wit me n rydez,
Telln me, keep it ganksta...
Kuz dey know, how da bizness is,
Tryna play, wit yo loot,
N wantn foolz, 2 sign contraktz,
Jus 2 hand u, som jewelz...
Neva payn u, 4 som albumz,
Claimn u owe dem, som kash,
Wantn u, n da bak of buses,
Like dey did, Rosa Parx ass...
So every nite, when I'm n da labb,
I put it down, 4 my geez,
Showing da game, dat I'm no busta,
Every day, gettn cheeze...
Waken up, wit fine ass modelz,
Tryna get, a gee sprung,
Wantn a playa, 2 settle down,
N I'm not even, da one...
N my croox, who been der 4 me,
Telln me, 2 go hard,
Stealn da game, from fake impostaz,
Tryna hold, a gee down...
Kuz all my albumz, go hard 2 deff,
As I switch up, my style,
N still spittn, dat hoodlum shyt,
Befo I'm going, all out...

Chorus:
My fanz go out, 2 tell dey friendz,
How much dey think, I'm da bomb,
Hopn da tapez, dat all explode,
Dat hella bump, n dey carz...
Dey buyn bluntz & gettn wasted,
Thankn a "G", 4 da dojah,
Lookn 4 me, inside da hood,
Befo my album, kross over...

V2
Dey don't want me, 2 kross over,
Kuz I'ma kill, da damn game,
Watchn out, 4 chix n da klub,
Lookn 4 fortune & fame...
N dey should all, be happy 4 me,
Seeing me doing, my thang,
Gettn bent, at award showz,
Keepn it ganksta, on stage...
N my fanz, who don't like it,
Thinkn dat, I went soft,
Be watchn out, 4 a crook on green,
Like dey naborhood watch...
Dey pissed off, I'm gettn money,
Everywhere, n da statez,
Haven 2 shake, da crooked pigz,
Trippn out, on my fame...
Wantn 2 pull, my tour bus over,
Thinkn dat, dey'll find brix,
Wantn 2 lock, me up 4 life,
But I don't own, no shipz...
Bak in da hood, gettn love from croox,
I came up wit, n da game,
N not forgettn, when I was lockd,
Dey couldn't write me, a page...
Now I'm balln, on big ass yachtz,
N dey see, I get mail,
Kuz da first time, a hommy tripp,
He gettn sent, down 2 hell...
I'm on a bigger, n wider scale,
So all I do, is kount dukatz,
Maken sho', deze proz ain't trippn,
Or gettn tossed, out of buketz...

V3
Hittn da button, 2 my alarm,
On my 90 foot yacht,
Rolln up phillyz, tightr dan titanz,
Watchn out, 4 da narcz...
N I'm not just, n da top ten,
It's more like, da top two,
Kuz either u, gonna serve me,
Or I'ma end up, serven u...
N when foolz spot, my main squeeze,
Dey know 2 leave her alone,
Knowing better, not 2 piss me off,
4 irritaten, my proz...
As I get out, my ryde on dubbz,
Still lookn out, 4 my geez,
I'm moven mo' tapez, dan El Chapo,
Can push dope, unda streetz...
Grubbn n spotz, we order shrimpz,
N pickn out, our own lobstaz,
Haven da urge, 2 skip da chekk,
Forgettn dat, I'ma balla...
Going on stage, after gettn service
Like som dealaz, on blokz,
Bekuz my modelz, ain't sayn nathan,
About how much, my jewelz cost...
Dey every nite, be payn me.
Like u foolz, wouldn't know,
Hearn dat concerts, be selln out,
As I tour, around globez...
Kickn flowz, on da microphone,
I'm every nite, chiefn dojah,
Inside da lab, wit all my potnaz,
About 2 take, da world over...