REPRISE
(OSHEA IV CREEPINING)
Open eyes, decrease the lens
If your chicken, add seasoning
If my chicken dry, I'm vegan than
The dollar value weakening, but on the street its beaconing
It's time for us to reap again
I've been pressing bitches out since Rainbow clothes with Jordan kicks
Hitting licks
SSN, DOB, CPN
Sick of niggas, blow the soup
I'm sicker, niggas know the truth
I put it all on the line, I'm coming for the crown
You put the ball on the line, going out of bounds
We're all in a bind, be someone to pull em out
Look hard and you'll find it in the drought
Where are you going with this shit
(I don't know)
Ima scream this shit like Neve Campbell
I'm a fool with the hits
Too foolish in this
You snooze, I'm up popping nodoze
Cut the break lines, I'm always on go mode
Connect the facetime, don't want no more photos
(No)
Top down in the winter, get my chill on
Rub my hands through her curls, they're getting real long
Shawty can't believe her eyes, we're in the hills now
Can only dream about this shit, it's getting real wild
Superseded nonbelievers, now they're under me
Lace the coke white strings on my Nikes
Blowing trees, the world is my ashtray
Spending cash, had to get that shit the fast way
Hide the pain from when you couldn't get a rap played
Times changed, they wait for me like I'm in last place
Open eyes, decrease the lens
(OSHEA IV CREEPINING)
It's time for us to reap again
You know it
(You know it)
You know it
(You know it)
You know
Open eyes, decrease the lens
If your chicken, add seasoning
If my chicken dry, I'm vegan than
The dollar value weakening, but on the street its beaconing
It's time for us to reap again
I've been pressing bitches out since Rainbow clothes with Jordan kicks
Hitting licks
SSN, DOB, CPN
Sick of niggas, blow the soup
I'm sicker, niggas know the truth
I put it all on the line, I'm coming for the crown
You put the ball on the line, going out of bounds
We're all in a bind, be someone to pull em out
Look hard and you'll find it in the drought
Where are you going with this shit
(I don't know)
Ima scream this shit like Neve Campbell
I'm a fool with the hits
Too foolish in this
You snooze, I'm up popping nodoze
Cut the break lines, I'm always on go mode
Connect the facetime, don't want no more photos
(No)
Top down in the winter, get my chill on
Rub my hands through her curls, they're getting real long
Shawty can't believe her eyes, we're in the hills now
Can only dream about this shit, it's getting real wild
Superseded nonbelievers, now they're under me
Lace the coke white strings on my Nikes
Blowing trees, the world is my ashtray
Spending cash, had to get that shit the fast way
Hide the pain from when you couldn't get a rap played
Times changed, they wait for me like I'm in last place
Open eyes, decrease the lens
(OSHEA IV CREEPINING)
It's time for us to reap again
You know it
(You know it)
You know it
(You know it)
You know
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Writer(s): Charles Swinton
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