The Krypt - Craig Xen

, ayy, creepin' up out of that cut, burning my newport down to the butt, only 19 and i'm finna come up, i'ma break bread with the ones i love, living out my dream with a team that's a must, infinite militia the only ones i trust, know it might seem like a nigga lit up, i ain't hit the weed or sipped lean in a month, stressed but i'm blessed and i must confess, i got god living in my chest, i'ma go hard on the beat finess, i'ma put a broad and a nigga in check, fiend for the green i'ma need my gwap, i'ma need my team while i creep to the top, dropped on the scene when i pulled up to the lot, hoes gonna scream when a niggas pass bond, creepin' in the cut, look, going out of my mind, passing the time, running to get to the check, point? infinite militia don't settle for less we wrecking the game and we leaving a mess, eating these rappers and leaving the bones, all of my verses go on and on, blowing my smoke up to the ozone, they cannot deny me the fact that i've grown, released upon the beat, kill these lames with honesty, and everybody wanna be the hottest nigga in the street, they ain't even got no heater, ever diss behind a name, throw all the bullshit that they claim, an animal i can't be tamed