Creed’s First Birthday

Lyrics

[Verse] Practice what the fuck you preachin' Mr. Trip is at the office, bring more bucks to reach him Shootin' from all over the court, time to adjust your defense (DTdaKidd) My life's a movie, Christopher Wallace presents (Beat those drums) The greatest show on the planet, get me some dough, then I vanish My wife a ballerina how she tiptoe on that granite Cold as marble floors, all I had was hope, I made it cross the road Movin' like a motherfuckin' trucker, never lost a load Lost a lot of friends and family too, but never lost my soul All your dogs workin' with the laws, call 'em Paw Patrol If it hit the fan, you gotta know I got an arsenal And I'm spinnin' like a fork inside a pasta bowl Niggas saw me next in line and ran to lock the door Took all the furniture and piled it up to block the door You look awfully suprised, well, so am I My plan was to trap you all inside and set that bitch on fire I love it when a plan comes together, young fella I take the paper and cut it up forever, I'm a shreder Cut it up and hand a piece to everyone that's with me It costs a quarter brick to take my kids to Walt Disney Probably wouldn't even be alive if I was kid-free For them, my heart melts like a motherfuckin' grilled cheese Still steppin' with the weapon like a drill team Twelve tapes and countin', look at that, I'm on a killstreak I say I'm sharper than a guillotine And a funeral's the only time I rode in limousines Anything worth havin' is worth the risk Ain't nothin' more satisfyin' than kids unwrappin' gifts I give more than I get, but I guess it's because I'm gifted And I got nothin' listed on my wishlist I don't believe in luck and I never been one to wish But I just wish my son Creed could've met his uncle Rick That's it [Outro] Word to Pif Long live Pif (I just wish my son Creed could've met his uncle Rick) (DTdaKidd), yeah (Beat those drums)