808 Proof - Creepin It Real (feat. DAS) Lyrics

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808 Proof, drop some magic on that track
Coming through, in the studio, I'm a black
This shit virtually, I can say that with certainty

Certainly, same old mistakes, like I'm a new person
Be, nah, don't take it personally
Whole gang be urging me
Bruh, damn I'm so cold

Didn't know, little bro, get it old
Don't know, what you been told
Already been down that road
Now, time to restrain

Straight break in the mold
Decay tend to grow
Whether rotten or mold
Resize, in compartments

Blow drill, like a 64 cartridge
Hard to process, when I got cathartic
My wrist like the Arctic, the bass like a mosh pit
Ah shit, I'm sounding polished

Shining, grinding, the ties that's binding
Like, crush that assignment
If you look from within, bro, you might find it
A purpose of meaning, it's priceless

Feeling drippy, and high
Leave you lifeless, for them high tech devices
Brand new, still a few of my vice
But this time, man, I try and live righteous

I got that touch, like my shit the Midas
Vibes start to swell, my shit go to Vitas
Shit be the hypest, that's be the finest
On some MF Doom shit

It's more than a feeling, and I couldn't fight this
See this shit coming, and I must be psychic
I knew that you'd like it, in the dark
Like, come, let that light in

I be shining, this vibe I'm supplying
A heart like a lion, and I ain't even trying
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