Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creek Boy , by - PROF. Release date: 10.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creek Boy |
| If I put my mind to it lil' buddy you know I’ma do it all the way |
| Roaches hate, I’m makin' moves, I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate |
| From here on out we cuttin' out the people who don’t contribute to winning |
| Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginning |
| Yeah |
| You talkin' 'bout toast, I’m talkin' 'bout bread |
| You talkin' 'bout gross, I’m talkin' 'bout net |
| You hold the false hopes, folks is overdressed |
| Folks is so possessed over clothes and hopeless sex… hmm |
| You actin' funny, flashing money, dog you rackin' up clout |
| I got cards, look at 'em charge, look at 'em rackin' up miles |
| Look at a pack and a house, all the way down to the south |
| I got a house, I got it all figured out, none of you goofies allowed |
| I’ma live like a cannon off safety |
| I’m on a win streak baby you gone hate me |
| You gone hear me coming all the way |
| I been thinking little differently lately |
| I’ma tell you the truth and they gone say things |
| But you gone hear me coming either way |
| If I put my mind to it lil' buddy you know I’ma do it all the way |
| Roaches hate, I’m makin' moves, I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate |
| From here on out we cuttin' out the people who don’t contribute to winning |
| Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginnin |
| Yeah |
| My crew filled with hustlers, you could ask them |
| Hardworking, intelligent black men |
| I got lawyers, I got offices plural |
| I’m an employer, I copped a brand new whip and I’ma enjoy her, Bruv |
| I’m moving with exuberance, fuck the game, pass the military-grade lubricant |
| Who’d admit from all the haters that they really mad bro? |
| Rappers super Michael Jackson bad, no dad jokes |
| I seen big homies, turn to jealous homies, turn to little homies |
| I know the deal, you a hater, just be real homie |
| Hold your breath, clench your fists 'till your hands hurt |
| Careful all that jealousy might turn to Kanser |
| I imagine you somewhere in a camper |
| Cryin' like, why my prayers unanswered? |
| That’s life dog, ain’t that about a bitch |
| Psst, let me tell you something, I won, I’m rich |
| I’ma live like a cannon off safety |
| I’m on a win streak baby you gone hate me |
| You gone hear me coming all the way |
| I been thinking little differently lately |
| I’ma tell you the truth and they gone say things |
| But you gone hear me coming either way |
| If I put my mind to it lil' buddy you know I’ma do it all the way |
| Roaches hate, I’m makin' moves, I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate |
| From here on out we cuttin' out the people who don’t contribute to winning |
| Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginning |
| Yeah |
| Hey yo, yo |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Look, 99% of everybody I came across in this fuckin' business didn’t think what |
| I’ve achieved right now was possible |
| You dumb fucks |
| And I don’t wanna' seem hateful or spiteful, 'cause you know what I’m saying |
| I’m actually |
| Kinda happy right now in my life and a sore winner is the worst right? |
| You know what I mean? |
| But I got a long list of mother fuckers that can suck my dick |