The Krypt

(album: Infinite ☥ Militia - 2015)

[Craig Xen:]
Ayy
Creeping 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

[Kay Rillo:]
Creeping 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