Cross Roads/Trials

[Part 1: Cross Roads]

[Verse 1: 10KNYX]
Yuh, Mmm
I done past some lost souls
Stuck up on these crossroads
Truth is getting tossed out
Hate when niggas talk bold
Promises are not kept
Knocking on the wrong home
Interrupted when I slept, ain’t no hitting my phone
Top ropes getting out
Hot clones getting clout
Hot coals in soul, I won’t give up now
Love my dawgs and my sounds
If you not from the town, leave a message, hit the pound
Ten toes to the ground
Jot a song, that’s a bet
I’m along with the vets
I’ll be gone, get the jet
Like some tongs, pick up checks
Sing my songs, that’s the set
Armed with palms, the lord give me breath
That’s all through these tests, make sure to do my best
I can’t assume the best if I don’t move and stretch
The shot is truly wet
Yes, I’m truly blessed

[Verse 2: C-4]
Feel like I'm stuck in between way too many different things
Mismatches they sending me
I don’t know what niggas mean
Niggas tryna finish me but I don’t got no enemies
I’m tryna fight my tendencies
I’m tryna fight my old ways
Got battle scars and growing pains
Niggas show no love because they grow up and all they know is hate
Living check to check
Nobody I know died from old age
My dog wasn't old enough to say his knees hurt by the time I saw his face on the T-shirt
Remember on his head, he had no gray hair but the shelter told him cut his dreads or he can't stay there
Life is just a game and niggas out here ain't gonna play fair
Life is just a game, these niggas out here using cheat codes
Life is just a game, you gon’ get hunted or go beast mode

[Part 2: Trials]

[Verse: 10KNYX]
Yeah
Uh, Uh
10-K
Yuh
First, my spirit and mind break up
Then every day I wake up
All this shit that I’m tackling
Adamant ‘bout some paper
First I’m touring the Vatican
Sad again four years later
Formattable opponent
Now I turn to herbal vapors
Mind made up
But reminded by my savior
God made the test cuz that’s the shit I’m made for
Frauds wear a vest but forget about them lasers
Cards in my deck get you played for the pay stubs
Johnny never test me, y’all don’t got the flavors
Say with your chest, please, you gon’ meet your maker
Jock into my next steez, as salamu alaykum
Hard to do this Quest, shit outdated on that paper
“Mama, I done made it” is a sentence I can’t wait for
But then again, I’m blessed with this journey, let’s have patience
Going from the rec to a check
Bless the people that I play for
Hopefully, I’m someone y’all can pray for
This shit too funky, gotta flex, drop a bomb ‘fore I tank ‘em
All these takes get insane
Now the candace is trained
All that sour in the past, nigga, this a new strain
Y’all gas up niggas with some new fame
Just to spew some butane
Improving with new range
These trials bring new change
It’s a few good things
Pivot with a new swing
Niggas know the truth, mane
All the shit that I’m proving
Don’t misconstrue the new game
Tryna spread my true wings
Niggas on to new things, uh
Uh, uh
New things, uh, yuh
New things, new things, uh
Yuh