[Verse 1]
You used to be my homie once upon a time
I even helped you out in struggles, now you talkin' wild
I don't understand how you used to be so fake
When that issue came up, what the fuck did I say?

You don't even need to front, tellin' me to be cool
Word spreads like a bitch, you tryna play me like a fool
Motherfucker, don't know rules, you should keep your mouth shut
If you don't want someone to find out what you really think I would

You portray me as a fake thug now
Never once did I say I was a thug, back down
You ain't even on my level, did you, did you want instead I put you up on our group
No, you are not on the level

Crucified, Black Wolf, Lil C all day
Bet you talkin', didn't think I'd really plot to get stay
Make your face a disgrace and you're rappers in dismay
True, big baller, better clever, find a little shit to say

And we can run on speakin' bout it, put your career in a grave
Listen, hater, better stop the yappin', put me in a rage
I wouldn't even take a second, no, I wouldn't hesitate
To call you motherfuckers out, petty revenge on the page
Listen, lyrically you really shouldn't want a problem
Anybody spittin' shit, you should really go and solve em
Motherfucker, get some poppin' if you claim that you're a rapper
Either that or shut your mouth up once I end it on this chapter

[Chorus]
Creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know

See, I'm creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know

Creepin', creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know
See, I'm creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know

[Verse 2]
You better believe it, we comin' and dumpin' em off of the truck and I'm poppin' the trunk and I'm packin' a pump and I come and I get em all, huntin' them foes
My battle and mission is stackin' the money, I'm tryin' to get it, you better get with it, I'm tryin' to move when these haters all talk and I shut they mouth closed
I'm shutting it down when I'm comin' around, when it come to this, some people want it to cut off, they wanna get this and be one of my set, I be givin' the stamina, comin' to damage ya, really an amateur, pull it and aim at ya, bap bap bap bap
Comin' to get you, nobody is with you like that, that, that, that
I'm winning you the dough to go to show for sho'
I gotta holla at them haters, why they hate me for?
I don't really know, is it 'cause of my flow?
I know they hatin' when I get up on the microphone

830, that is my home
Holla at me, they don't wanna know
Crucified, that be the name
But I don't gotta say it, y'all already know

[Chorus]
Creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know

See, I'm creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know

Creepin', creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know
See, I'm creepin', creepin' slow
They don't want static to show
Crucified from 830
Yeah, this money, man, you know