Lyrics:
95 max on dope boy cologne on (Creed)
And I ain't talking 'bout the movie (This ain't no movie)
Bad bitches on my black phone
Murder on the trap
and say 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 me down
the weak through it
I'd say, "Hello, my name is Charles
You homeless? I got a place for you tomorrow
Although, you can stay a while if you want to
I'm all
helmets
Over their heads
YES!
But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming
Honey, you've got another thing coming
If he ever finds out who's
of hell was Jesus Christ
And he's Black Moses
People was well passed hopeless
He got back focused
And tried to come up with this genius heist
Sort
defined by a potion
I feel humbled and chosen
When I walk by california oceans
Keep my head down and focus
Repeat the Creed's rehab told us
I'm not
like a trite
Too simple thing to say
And yet it’s a rare man today who
Will dare to stand up and say
I believe in my God and
My Country and in Mysеlf
way being who
I am, in my position
You can't just be nice you have to give
People some direction you got to be
A monster" I tell him this seems
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
BUZZ got the beat
Different colours on my garments call that mismatch
You don't wanna mess with me so you better stay back
I'm buying it now even
You're free to give my man but I don't need a disk,
With the grip of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip,
We the creed of a better breed and you
shock
V20
McKinley now dead
I do my duty
As the Country’s head
V 21
“Do right by the people,""
My motto my creed,
My hope for all
They shall succeed
V
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
Want a feature baby, gotta hold my mic
I could make you a celebrity over night
Got a dope dick, come here blow the pipe
Headbangers, watch out for
Wait you missed a spot
A little to the left
Directed towards masseuse
Plus I just got me a chef
Basketball court is in the back yard
But I can't shoot
rhyming couplets
I speak truth to people I feel trust with
I got stabs in my back, I'll show the cuts in it
But I won't cuz this shirt is nice, nigga I'm in
we got a creed)
Feel like King Arthur
If you try break my path
I will destroy you
I live by the sword I die by the sword
There won't be no complicity
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
You Got Sumthin To Say (Bout Me) don't Say It Behind My Back Come Say It To My Face.
If You Feel You Got Sumthin To Say (Bout Me). Hey Banner (That
Who out here a Gamer
It's Azone Here
Turn this up, haha
Gamer squad
Here to bring back what is ours
I Change things im the game changer
It's time
every Friday night
Can only fly so high, despite my appetite
And I got ropes, holdin me down
Like a kite
But I'm alright, I'm alright yeah, yeah
Find me
youth, a corrupt system allergic to truth
Oppression and division got so many by the throat
But we're actually in the same boat
You're not gonna catch us,
and on my dick and I'm not goin' back
Now they callin' me about money, they don't care about my health
I got demons in my head, fightin' them by myself
Baby,
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
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