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Who's the Sam Sneed makin' microphones bleed
Poker face creed while my mind just read
Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed
That's
bitch in my sheets
Make that three this week
For a feature, charge the whole damn fee
We don't do nothin' cheap
I got the gas, the lean, the shrooms tap
with my grandma in Puerto Rico
Where I proceed to download another language
By the age of three I learned and forgot multiple languages,
forgot who my
the back
Speaking on my name better state facts
I know some real killas who got face tats
Fuck a chit chat bitch I need racks
Fucked a thick bitch hit it
1
Yo I'm back in the frame
Stangzz on the beat and I'm running the game
Blow up your speakers and take all the blame
Ain't on my level, what a big
1
Yo I'm back in the frame
Stangzz on the beat and I'm running the game
Blow up your speakers and take all the blame
Ain't on my level, what a big
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
got I got I got I got your back, boy
(you got my back right?)
I got I got I got I got your back, boy
(you got my back right?)
This is for the women who
of the nation standing proud, lockstep
Made me feel there's some issues to address like
Those who don't agree with my freedom or choices
Should at least respect
me fall
Dying in the open as you watch me in the shades to bleed
Look twice to save a life as i plead
I'm just a man who represents the bikers creed
of the baddest, baby, get nasty
I ain't with all that talkin
I keep me a ratchet like Blue Magic
Baby, I'm just too saucy
Baby, I'm Creed, I'm back in the streets
Yeah this The Sound of a man who been crowned
Not by others, by himself
He ain't really need ya, he checked his wealth
Not by the coin
got I got I got I got your back, boy
(you got my back right?)
I got I got I got I got your back, boy
(you got my back right?)
This is for the women who
Pounding the pad but wasn't playing the game
Through the tears and the fears I hold my face
Mum said don't forget where you were raised up
It's the creed
who what when where’s my soulmate twin flame incarnate. Got a cleopatra ruler preference for prophecy. To ride or die with creed. Follow me
Into
Who I am, who I am
I'm who I am, I'm who I am
This is a drive-by, drive-run Music to me is fun
When it's no longer fun I stop doin' it
Get through with
Thinking two, four, six, eight
Who do you appreciate
All these layers stick together
Got a slice, a piece of cake
A peace of mind, a piece of time
I
me
Got the Cross on my back
Spit it like a Lipton
We so cold, that’s a fact
I’m supervising, Jack
And I got no time to cap
So y’all better be ducking
Pickin' up back ends (pickin' up cash)
Got creed on my Gucci (got creed on my shirt)
Water whip her coochie (water whip her pussy)
I told baby I'm
and son
But that's been nearly three years now
And it's over with and done
At first I'd stare out into space
While hate consumed my soul
Hate was the creed
And even when I've tried to leave You
You have never left me
This is my creed, this is what I believe
This is who I am, You are all I'll ever need
So, when
head
And said it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
Spin
[VERSE 1]
First off Fuck everybody
No one hears me at all
I don’t try to cuss in my lyrics
I’m just feeling like I only got these walls
Day by
the looming presence. With a pharaoh like relevance, Searching for my queen, who what when where’s my soulmate twin flame incarnate. Got a cleopatra ruler
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