[Verse 1] Still the ugly nigga but the flow's gotten better Hotter than a cotton sweater on a dyke rockin leather When I drop the lever the rhymes pop in clever Multisyllable chunks that I plot wherever Best rhymer in a 90 mile radius I sleep with my old baby gifts To maintain child age and shit Displayed a gift early but delayed the shit Just using it as a way to get, Out the fucking creek but I ain't makin' it
[Hook] Can't make it out the creek so I'm blazing pounds of weed These crazy sounding dreams have me waking 'round like three Can't make it out the creek so I'm blazing pounds of weed These crazy sounding dreams have me waking 'round like three
[Verse 2] The creek life is fuckin' apocalyptic I'm duckin' a shot with quickness, expectin' a Glock for Christmas Brains rot from sickness, plagues drop the victims Niggas in the struggle invade shops for chicken People dying in the street, niggas lying at ya feet Drug dealers at the park supply ya with the heat Good luck finding shit to eat Surviving in the creek is unlikely for the weakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
