[Intro] Creekside Preskitt Yeah, we talk different Walk different (uh) [Verse 1] Red dirt on my white tees Kick rocks down them side streets Trailer lots and them pine trees Whole fam in the same three IDs Front porch with the floodlight busted OGs sippin’ out a cup all rusted Learned young who to trust, who fronted Whole town small, but the drama still funded Sheriff roll slow past the corner store We dip round back through the freezer door Pocket full of dreams, maybe three, maybe four But the rent due now and they wantin’ more Lil homie got a tat at fifteen Said he’d leave, said he’d chase big things Got tagged in a pic by the wash last spring Face on a shirt, that hurt still stings (yeah) [Chorus] This that Creekside Preskitt Mud on the kicks, still in it Turn them scraps to a ticket Every loss got a name, we live it Where the game ain’t fair for a minute But we grind, can’t quit, gotta get it This that Creekside Preskitt This that Creekside Preskitt (uh) [Verse 2] Old heads talk ’bout the boom days Now it’s graveyards, gloom days Turn a good girl cold in two plays Baby daddy locked up, she due in two days Bus stop fights in the morning fog Oil stains paint halos on the parking lot We ain’t saints, we just all we got So we pass that plate when the paychecks drop Grandma keep a Bible in her plastic bag Right next to the cash and her asthma drag Say a prayer for the kids with the matching tags Who ain’t scared of the beef, but the body bag Every creek got mud, we just knee-deep Every block got a thug, we just see sleep As a gift you earn, not a thing you keep So we hustle in the dark while the town count sheep (yeah) [Chorus] This that Creekside Preskitt Mud on the kicks, still in it Turn them scraps to a ticket Every loss got a name, we live it Where the game ain’t fair for a minute But we grind, can’t quit, gotta get it This that Creekside Preskitt This that Creekside Preskitt (hey) [Bridge] From the wash to the ridge, it’s the same old song If you made it past twenty, you already proved ’em wrong We ain’t ask for a halo, we just ask to belong So we carve our names in the dirt and move on (move on) [Chorus] This that Creekside Preskitt Mud on the kicks, still in it Turn them scraps to a ticket Every loss got a name, we live it Where the game ain’t fair for a minute But we grind, can’t quit, gotta get it This that Creekside Preskitt This that Creekside Preskitt
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