Live From The Creek - Chris Travis

Smoke good weed till my face turn numb

Bitch I’m by myself like your fingers from your thumb

Niggas wanna hate but I already won

Can’t be like me or the man I’ve become

I’m a alligator you’re a fish in the swamp

Can’t fool with me trick, I’m equip from the junt

Get beat on your back with your head to the sun

With the blood on your chest

With your teeth on the fronts

You a real nigga, have yet to seen one

You a drug dealer, have yet to see something

Yeah you got bitches that I already fucked

Yeah you got weapons that we already tucked

Fuck nigga pull up, if you feel a little tough

See your girl back scope cause she wanna nigga rough

Two twelves in the trunk make your eardrums bust

Put a nigga in the trunk

Let him live with the dust

Let the people know I’ll put him in his place

Let a nigga know this be your last day

Chris fucking Travis on the way to escape

I don’t need nobody, just a blunt to the face

Play by the rules or your ass get played

Wanna live that life till your ass get sprayed

Watch for the lights when you drive on the way

MPD hot on the damn P way

Niggas getting shot just for walking in the streets

That’s why I can’t trust the fucking police

Bitch I’m a beast

To the souls I speak

To the ones that hate

You lost and your weak

Can’t relate to a boy thats live from the creeks

Can’t hate the boy that change the world at ease

See you look my way

Can’t tell you know me

Watch me go high, come down slowly

Bitch