Moses Frm CLE - CreepLand (feat. Icee Deniro) Lyrics

It's not a lot that I regret
But it's a lot of things I aint done yet
I pulled up with a load to the complex
Leave with a bad hoe and have bomb sex

Before I switch it up gotta confess
And get a couple things of my chest
I cant really put your songs into context
You cant rap boy you slow, its no contest

I was in the trenches gettin deals nigga
You was on the porch, we was in the field nigga
Ridin in cars with the steel nigga
And hangin on the yard with the real killers

Yea you talk a good game, But I'm gamin yo bitch
And you just puttin on, you aint really with the shits
Lotta niggas in the fed, but they still a f*ckin snitch
All it take is one call, get your whole hit split

I just wanted to put my street on
But the nigga tried play me like a peon
So I shut down the game like Deion
Pick 6, that's a flip, put my team on

Now we run the streets home
In The Land where the niggas keep the heat on em
Niggas mad cuz they bitch on my phone, made her sing like Bone Bone Bone

Had a conversation on my iWatch, about the money and the music
Man I cant stop
Feelin like the new Biggie or the new Pac
Do it strictly for my niggas and we ready to die

Four deep in a Jeep and we ready to slide
Po' pimpin on you niggas like Do-or-Die
F*ckin wit my niggas that's suicide
You don't really want them problems between you and I

I gotta differet vision in my Cartiers
Got a bad lil bitch, help me stack and save
Umbrella money from the rainy days
I hope and I pray that they go away

I need a vacation to the west coast
Just some shit on my bucket list
Can't wait til I'm coppin AP's
I'ma throw that on my f*ck it list

Cleveland is the city where I come from
All you hear is .223's and big drums
NIggas wildin out, Without a doubt
Feds just raided its a drought
Cuz that summer time madness
Make the whole fall tragic

Wealth Club, we a tam like the '95 Magic
We movin the hard away, I got the diesel on the way
I need it all, I want it all
I'm workin hard, Lovin to Ball
Quincy McCall, Wealth

I need all that shit too man..... And then some...
Wanna get my digits up, Fix it up , flip it up, stick up
Put it on the market
What you pickin up?
And yea I'm double parkin when I'm pickin up

He still in his feelings, she still on my phone
She on a nigga dick cuz I'm young and I'm on
She gave me her crown now I'm on a thrown
Run shit like 6, whole team in the zone

I been home alone, Macaulay Culkin flow
Powder on her nose, sent her through the door
Bitch you gotta go, you f*ckin the doe f*ckin up my flow
And everybody kno everybody heard
Don't get left on the curb, get put in the dirt
Or get put on a shirt
"Yea if you lookin for me, You know where to find me.....That's how we ride"