Lyrics

Perpetrators, other ****
Watch your back, I'm on the creep
Once you hear the nine click, you know that you six feet deep
Riding in the steamer, scoping, trying to make a bump
Robbing **** for their cheese
Locking their hoe ass in the trunk
Look at these thoughts of mine
Hostile, but you never cross my mind
Crossed out, but you don't get tossed behind
Tossed out, but you're never lost
Cyclic, the shit get the best of me
Like a miss click, they're never expecting me
Victim of circumstance, you took the chance
The dance is a beautiful mess
10-16, it's an untamed scene, but they just came clean so your folks can't know
Skin pristine, by the way you seem it's a low stakes game like "rho-sham-bo"
Charged to the game, with a claim how you didn't really know how the game make you change by the minute
With the "gimme-gimme" mindset
Hoping time gets you away from the business
Perpetrators, other ****
Watch your back, I'm on the creep
Once you hear the nine click, you know that you' six feet deep
Riding in the steamer, scoping, trying to make a bump
Robbing **** for their cheese
Locking their hoe ass in the trunk
Written by: Atlas G. Abner Walton, Jakub Walerstein
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