“Crossroad Cries”

[Intro: Lil Vurk]
Yeah…
It's that real pain shit
Runnin' through hell with a pole in my hand, bitch
Fuck the other side, we still breathin'
Ayy, Vurk…

[Verse 1: Lil Vurk]
Grew up on them back blocks, crossroad cries in my soul
Mama screamin’ in the night, I was clingin’ to that pole
Opps slid once, we slid back four times bold
Ain’t no love in these streets, got my heart ice cold
Twelve kicked the door, I had to flush that work
Ain’t no tears for the fake, just a Glock and a smirk
My cousin died young, that shit fucked my brain
So I keep me a stick, I bring nothin' but pain
Niggas switch sides, now they talkin’ all tough
'Til we pull up in they hood and that window get bust
I was twelve with a strap, had to fight my own fights
Now I’m twenty deep posted with them demons at night
Say my name in a diss, you gon’ die, no bluffin’
That’s on my block, bitch, we slide for somethin’
My opps click up, they some ho-ass punks
One drum, two Glocks, three dumb-ass chumps
Nigga fuck that peace talk, this a blood contract
Bitch, I’m Vurk from the ‘Raq, where them souls don’t come back
Ridin’ dirty in a Stoli with a bag of that crack
Seen my homie overdose, now I move with that strap

[Hook: Lil Vurk]
Crossroad cries, heard them demons talkin’
Ain’t no love when the shells start sparkin’
I lost friends, I lost blood, I lost faith
Now it’s fuck the world, I’m ridin’ with hate
Crossroad cries, bitch, I pray with my gun
I was raised in the dirt, I ain’t trustin' no one
Pop a perc, feel the rage in my lungs
Bitch, I’m Vurk with a curse, and I’m ready to run

[Verse 2: Lil Vurk]
I ain’t never had shit but my name and my Glock
Nigga, fuck your OG, he got popped on that block
Now his son talk tough like that pain got passed
'Til I ran down on him and put that beam on his ass
I don’t rap for the fame, I rap ‘cause I’m cursed
Every track like a coffin, every verse in a hearse
They don’t know what I seen, they don’t feel what I felt
Put my pain in the clip, let it blow like hell
Bitch, I been through the fire, I done walked with the Reaper
Now I roll with a chopper, not no regular heater
Bitch play me once, now I dog every broad
I ain’t got no soul left, just a hood and a scar
Shit hurt when my blood tried to snake me for bread
He alive but I treat that fuckin’ pussy like he dead
Real talk, I ain’t cry in like six damn years
I just load up them drums when I’m faced with my fears
Fuck fame, fuck peace, I want smoke and revenge
Put my trust in a switch and my sins in the wind
Crossroad cries, that’s my life in a hook
I don’t need no pastor, I need shells and a look

[Hook: Lil Vurk]
Crossroad cries, heard them demons talkin’
Ain’t no love when the shells start sparkin’
I lost friends, I lost blood, I lost faith
Now it’s fuck the world, I’m ridin’ with hate
Crossroad cries, bitch, I pray with my gun
I was raised in the dirt, I ain’t trustin' no one
Pop a perc, feel the rage in my lungs
Bitch, I’m Vurk with a curse, and I’m ready to run

[Outro: Lil Vurk]
Ayy, Crossroad cries, it’s all I got
Fuck everybody that ain’t ride for me
This for every lost soul, every body dropped
Atlantic know what it is...
Vurk