Creepin (feat. Nomad Black)

Dude owes money and he think that it's cool I got the frizzle on me, finna take him to school If he think that I ain't lurkin' he gon' learn soon Blood filled swimming pools waiting for the fool Every red cent that he spent need to be paid Fuck around and get beheaded if he do not behave See he needs to beware of the Buu E. brigade Or he needs to prepare to move into a grave Dudes these days be afraid of a fade But they quick to grab a grip with they colorful braids A coward dies a thousand deaths A pussy lives nine lives Let you do the math You owe me 991 times one Keep procrastinating, nigga, but ya times up Time to hang it up You retiring from the game of life You've been fired Situation dire Now a bunch of red eyes watch you Songs by the choir End of your book Now The Lord's got you in his hands With the rest of the wide world Caught in the web of your debtor Dots coming towards you Had many chances, but you didn't heed the warnings Nigga, talkin' mills Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin' Peace be still Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin' Walk in, show me Tony Smooth criminal Wockiana on me Slow squeeze wit' it My trigger finger on macaroni Blast if you try to hoe me No, you cannot console me This is what happens when you get between the places I'm going You could never picture what I've seen I've ventured the oceans You can't fill my role Man, you washed My simple emotion While I'm sippin' the potion Watch our chalices toastin' Average man would be frozen It takes talent to hone it How you handle pressure when you find yourself inside the moment? Ever since I found my will I drive it like it's fuckin' stolen Charge it to the game, you owed it Flaunt it like you fuckin' own it You ain't never ever lived that life You must be fuckin' jokin' Wrong path, just do the math Trip six get a buck 50 Beat the serpent at his own game Swear the devil can't fuck wit' me Shaky niggas do your own thing Iffy niggas can't do nothin' wit' me Superstitious wit' the 12 gauge Fuck a rabbits foot, I got luck wit' me Brother man or the other man What part of that you don't understand? Niggas get killed for a couple bands Better be humble in foreign land If them boys up to somethin' Plan on jumpin in like a jumpman? Dumb man Hand cannon make the jumpman do the runnin' man Bullets hit you make you do the shmurda dance Break it real good Make sure ain't nun fuckin' missin' Understood, hear the wood creakin' You know yo body bout to be leakin' While a real nigga on it creepin' You see I got the mac Tote it and it's black It's got the carbonite Nigga, all black Just tonight, I'm 'bout to hit the Black 'Bout to make the blood splatter I gotta get the money back I'm talking dna matters See the Black lives Gotta get the melanate See I'm talkin' hate It's alright, number eight I gotta build Still, will I iron kill Understand I will Understand I will Nigga, talkin' mills Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin' Peace be still Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin' Creepin' while you sleepin'