That's why I creep
And it's only a few of us that get to experience
This journey like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
The ups is up as it can get, you know what I'm sayin'?
And as down as it can get too, you know
It's beautiful

Before a nigga came up, they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, Baby to blow)
And now I got these fuck-niggas hatin', they waitin' on Baby to go (Baby to go)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah
Only fuck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (That's why I ain't, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, oh)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah

I'ma grab a blogsite nigga, hit him, put his face on the floor, why?
Yeah, 'cause y'all niggas' bitches, playin' games with real niggas
No remorse, nigga, cost a lot of real lifelines
Playin' round with a nigga children
Wasn't trippin' on y'all when played with my paper
' Cause I understand that's what comes with it
So I had to grow, get a little more focus
And stop runnin' from pain, had to take it and show it
Had to stand on my name
And everyone that's on my shoulders (can't ever forget how)

Before a nigga came up (Yeah), they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, waitin' on Baby to blow)
And now I got these fuck-niggas hatin' (Yeah), they waitin' on Baby to go (Huh? Baby to go, that's why I, what?)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah (That's why I creep)
Only fuck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (Only fuck with real niggas, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain' t sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, yeah)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)

Yes, I, for your FYI, I'm the motherfuckin' best out
I like women with caramel skin
Like the girl who used to sing with Chilly and Left Eye
Especially ones with brown skin like Chilly and Left Eye
Who pray when I'm stressed out
Baby, can you give me TLC?
I'm on the road alone, I wish you was with me
And, yeah, I see the way they hate on me, like hoes
For leavin', better if they hate, because I'm free (Free)
Uh, football niggas can't hold me
I'm givin' penalties like I'm a referee
I ain't did shit that I ain't already told you
Convinced none of these bitch-ass niggas met a soldier
Convinced none of these bitches never met them a Kirk
It's a good to be true type of nigga, I told you I ain't perfect
You thought that I was, it ain't work
Now you tryna convince the whole world I'm a jerk
And these the everyday struggles of a real nigga
I'm talkin' to good, nigga
Make him off, like a fuck-nigga
But don't trip and just look different
The shit I've been through need to be in a book, nigga
And more, I done shook niggas
And don't ever judge a book by the way that the cover on it
Or the way that it look, nigga, 'cause

Before a nigga came up (Yeah), they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, waitin' on Baby to blow)
And now I got these fuck-niggas hatin' (Yeah), they waitin' on Baby to go (Huh? Baby to go, that's why I , what?)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah (That's why I creep)
Only fuck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (Only fuck with real niggas, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, yeah)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)

(That's why, oh-oh)
(That's why, oh-oh)
(That's all, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(That's why, that's all, oh-oh)
(Motherfucker, that's that, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)
(Creep, oh-oh)
(Only fuck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed, oh-oh)
(My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep, oh-oh)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Louis Yung, Mathias Liyew, Othello Houston