This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
Gives me jumbled up thoughts creeping through my head
I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams
Creeping into real things, like maniacs
She loves me she loves me not
When i'm on it, on it like my job
Back in the motherfuckin bay
She didn't answer her she just looked away
Good and evil, deceiving deceitful like creeping people
Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle
And getting money is the song i sing
She say she tired of lying
Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show
I be, creeping lower than low
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
She said she wanna roll with me, she called me mister
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