Creepin It Real ft. DAS Lyrics

Gotcha

808 Proof, drop some magic on that track

Coming through, in the studio, I'm a black

This shit virtually, I can say that with certainty

Certainly, same old mistakes, like I'm a new person

Be, nah, don't take it personally

Whole gang be urging me

Bruh, damn I'm so cold

Didn't know, little bro, get it old

Don't know, what you been told

Already been down that road

Now, time to restrain

Straight break in the mold

Decay tend to grow

Whether rotten or mold

Resize, in compartments

Blow drill, like a 64 cartridge

Hard to process, when I got cathartic

My wrist like the Arctic, the bass like a mosh pit

Ah shit, I'm sounding polished

Shining, grinding, the ties that's binding

Like, crush that assignment

If you look from within, bro, you might find it

A purpose of meaning, it's priceless

Feeling drippy, and high

Leave you lifeless, for them high tech devices

Brand new, still a few of my vice

But this time, man, I try and live righteous

I got that touch, like my shit the Midas

Vibes start to swell, my shit go to Vitas

Shit be the hypest, that's be the finest

On some MF Doom shit

It's more than a feeling, and I couldn't fight this

See this shit coming, and I must be psychic

I knew that you'd like it, in the dark

Like, come, let that light in

I be shining, this vibe I'm supplying

A heart like a lion, and I ain't even trying

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