Steve-O Creep - Still Down (feat. Kuro Blanco)

Product of the Midwest
Black tar
Black vest
Die slow for this paycheck
No sleep
No rest
We blast on sight
Broad daylight
Killed him at the red light
Violence is my birthright
Clutch my pistol
Squeeze tight
I control your soul
lead you into the unknown
Devoid and bitter cold
You give a fuck
I thought so
What the fuck do I know
Snort Coke off tha Bible
My wifey bring a
Friend home
We take her out
The friend zone
Brother hit my line
Wartime
Wartime all the time
Pull up to shows with
Murder in mind
Redefine crime
Grippin on the heater
In the backseat
You want a nigga dead
You ain't even gotta ask me
Point em out
Fuck em up
Put em in a grave G
Steve-O Creep
I put em in the past tense
I can see a pussy
Like a 6th sense
Razor blades and gasoline
85 sicc shit
666 bitch
Fuckin on a thicc chick
Put tha pussy in a casket
Blastin and bumpin
We in this Hoe thumpin
Euphoric solutions
To pain that I'm feelin
On drugs while I'm fuckin
Call it sexual healin
Convinced that I'm
Livin this life for no reason
You fuckin with me and I'm Leavin you bleedin
I been spinnin blocks
I been stalkin ops
You still down
I could kill em all
Creepy and I crawl
You still down
Sunday service or the mall
Guns I draw
spray down
Creepin thru the night
All my life
Yeah I'm still down
I was steady used to
Living in a hell
free all my niggas
Doing time inside a cell
Omertà
You know I never ever tell
I pray for my niggas
Always wish they doing well
I could put some shit
On top the scale
Some food for your brain
Some jewels for my pain
For my crew
Imma bang
Them other niggas lame
Me and steve-o doing shows
Other rappers cannot
Even say the same
The way I be spitting
You can't even tell my pain
I was walking thru the
Halls with a face full of anger
Drugs in my veins
Got my body feeling strange
I'm a Socialized loner
We can't ever feel the same
Lost two niggas last year
I won't ever feel the same
I ain't even 21
Heavy thoughts
On top my brain
Streets fucked up
Ion think they finna change
Police reading me my rights
Looked my niece in her face
College kid first
Now I'm living a disgrace
That's what them
Other niggas say
I'm just tryna find my way
Live my life on that stage
Lost my granny to the cage
I ain't even get to see her
But they tell me that's the way
We been fighting
For our rights
Ain't no blood left to spill
We been raped
For generations
Ain't get no time left to heal
They enslaved my
Granny granny
I just gotta keep it real
This ain't white
Or it ain't black
Issa grey world we live
Grey jobs
Grey cars
Grey matter
Black tar
White man
Black gun
Handgun
Blam sum
Handsome
Grandson
his Momma was white
His daddy dark as night
But her pops wasn't right
Racial motivation
It's been pent for generations
He can't even love his kin
Cuz he got some darker skin
You wanna really fight em
It build hate
You can't win
You wanna let it go
But your pride is a sin
Now you stuck and confused
Racially abused
You ain't gotta be alone
Cuz we been through it too
Peeped the light
In the night
So I had to see it through
Had the space to forgive
But I ain't even
Have a clue
Cracker this
Honky that
Monkey this
Nigga that
They put my momma
On the net
Called my family slaves too
Generation curses
They ain't even
Getting knocked
You don't even
Get a chance fore they
Throw you in that box

Written by:
MaKye Anderson, Steven Reese

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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