Lyrics
Got these voices in my head, dawg, got me feelin' weak
Got me thinkin' real low, got me thinkin' deep
Like, should I hit another lick just to get back on my feet
I can't trust a soul, man, the world really creep
Got these voices in my head, dawg, got me feelin' weak
Got me thinkin' real low, got me thinkin' deep
Like, should I hit another lick just to get back on my feet
I can't trust a soul, man, the world really creep
Creep
Yeah, this life be really creep
If you let them take advantage, they'll suck you like a leech
I don't really like to preach, but then they everybody cheat
And I go for the pastor, jurisdiction, and police
Let that sizzle like some grease, I'm just tryna keep the peace
But these voices tellin' me that all that shit, that bit is sweet
So I stay away from pressure, out the way and out the beef
So I can stack a quarter pound and flip it for some cheese
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Writin' checks, committin' fraud
Empty out the ATM and bust that shit down with my dawgs
But them **** round the corner never gave your boy some props
Got me lookin' out the window steady, watchin' out for odds
Like, how you watch me, girl, but you don't wanna see me eat
Gotta lay down with the glizzy just so I can get some sleep
Mama keep on tellin' me don't let him trick you out the streets
But we know that talk is cheapy, feelin' froggy, **** leap
Got these voices in my head, dawg, got me feelin' weak
Got me thinkin' real low, got me thinkin' deep
Like, should I hit another lit just to get back on my feet
I can't trust the soul, man, that world really creepy
Got these voices in my head, dawg, got me feelin' weak
Got me thinkin' real low, got me thinkin' deep
Like, should I hit another lit just to get back on my feet
I can't trust the soul, man, that world really creepy
Gotta cut up all the grass and this world full of snakes
Could they be spittin' venom, but they really want your place
But do they really know your struggle when it's really on your plate
But I just keep it pushin' with a smile up on my face
I be thinkin', should I do a **** dirty for his ice
Run down on a ****, mask it up and be precise
Anybody make a move, I'ma make him see the light
If I sell it in the streets, is it really worth the price
Do it really make it right? Is it really worth his life
Like, if I pull the trigger, do I really earn my stripes
Stomach feelin' kinda crazy, cause a **** appetite
Got me seein' black and white, thinkin' at the speed of light
Heart hella cold, so a **** clutchin' on the heat
Standin' ten toes down with no shoes on my feet
Captain of the fuckin' boat, sittin' in the driver's seat
And I'ma do the dash if them crackers after me
Got these voices in my head, dawg, got me feelin' weak
Got me, got me thinkin' real low, got me thinkin' deep
Like, should I hit another lit just to get back on my feet
I can't trust the soul, man, that world really creepy
Got these voices in my head, dawg, got me feelin' weak
Got me, got me thinkin' real low, got me thinkin' deep
Like, should I hit another lit just to get back on my feet
I can't trust the soul, man, that world really creepy
Written by: Foreign Fab