Creepin

Creepin' niggas is dying im playing defense
Think about some shit then I repent
Nowhere to vent, when shit got tense, all in the mix
I just stayed down on some real get money shit
I was trappin' thinking sliding south down to the country
The money im making, shit I'll prolly triple it monthly
Still hungry and these streets be really flooded with junkies
But like Ace I stayed around the way cause this where they love me
Atleast I thought, loyalty could never be bought
You trust the wrong nigga its yellow tape white chalk
And these bitches aint no better, probably even more clever
And the summer time really be the grimiest weather
Still outside shit real, barely played football but I stay in the field
I like to gamble & smoke, its for the thrill
Never catch me poppin' no pills
Clutchin on a mill while I hustle for a mill

Really been in a different zone with this shit
Locked in day in and day out
Know that shit right around the corner
Walking that shit down
Niggas creepin' on a come up

Thank God just to make it from point A to point B
Really riding round with that shit on me
Niggas dont switch they reveal themselves, still I wish 'em well
But no remorse if they end up in a wishing well, dead
Two to the body, one to the head
This shit happens every day, go to church if you scared
For that bread ima take it to the furthest extent
Meant what I said, said what I meant
Speaking up for what I want, I aint giving no hint
I seen niggas drop the ball while I was playing the bench
Got to put it in perspective befor you jump in the mix
I was down to take the risk cause I aint have the new kicks
Now my mind is wiser, you can see it
Dont want to look successful, rather be it
Bad vibes I dont need it
Cut the dead weight, niggas lazy and be leaching
I be grinding every season on the come up I aint sleepin, im creepin'



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Writer(s): Tre Wortham
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