Creep
Ib Mattic
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I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had shaking hands, bones bounced on old men
Can't tell me nothing but Shaolin land
And I'ma start off slow, just creep
Don't run, you gon' run into me
It get bad, you know how it be
Lil' bros in that water tryna see something sink
When I first seen them shots, I think I was twelve
When I first turned twelve, I ain't like police
My homie Bo didn't even twenty-one
But he toting that brand new G23
I'm like a ghetto pretty and mean
Type look in your face, still don't even speak
Life get bad, but it can't get no badder than her
Body banging, she tell me it's tea
.45 Bang, my angry sneeze
It can go down, it don't matter to me
We ain't going no rounds, you ain't battling me
First one to the punch getting put on the tee
I was just playing way back in the day
Then they played with my play and turned me to me
Step, I'm tryna teach him the walk
Hand tap, I'm tryna see what he think
Get in that water and I don't even blink
Brodie like, "What's the word?" I'm like, "I gotta see"
Drive like I got somewhere to be
Tryna get in my thoughts, probably get on the beat
Tryna get in my thoughts and I get on the
Tryna get in my thoughts and I get on the
Yeah, probably get in my thoughts and I get in that
Probably get in my thoughts and I get in that
Huh?
And jump in that water, just swim
Gang gang, we ain't rocking with them
Been had heart ever since I was little
He think he a shark, I'ma bang at his fins
All net, we don't bang at the rim
Gotta watch where I step, I'ma stain my Timbs
One of them ones, I'll stunt on my ten
I'm from the numbers, we call up the ten
They don't want war with the camp, stamp
You know they be coming with more than some tints
Jump in that deep end, they better double the defense
I told my brother to swim
They know what we been, they know a hundred, I keep it
I never tell 'em a fifth
If you know what I know, then you know how it is
Like I know you gon' run, but I know you won't trip
And I'ma start off slow, just creep
Don't run, you gon' run into me
It get bad, you know how it be
Lil' bros in that water tryna see something sink
When I first seen them shots, I think I was twelve
When I first turned twelve, I ain't like police
My homie Bo didn't even twenty-one
But he toting that brand new G23
I'm like a ghetto pretty and mean
Type look in your face, still don't even speak
Life get bad, but it can't get no badder than her
Body banging, she tell me it's tea
.45 Bang, my angry sneeze
It can go down, it don't matter to me
We ain't going no rounds, you ain't battling me
First one to the punch getting put on the tee