Crawl from 6 by Drake
"Crawl" is a savage, no-holds-barred hip-hop/rap assault from Richard, slamming over a menacing trap beat with distorted 808s and razor-sharp snares. This track is a defiant middle finger to fate and fakes, with Richard flexing his independence—flossing without a body and exploding on terrorists with raw, unfiltered bars. Money’s the motive, time’s his to free, and he’s leaving wrecks in Maybach scenes while splitting brains and stacking grace. From Kerr-Hondin snaps to spliffs on the bed, it’s a chaotic, hedonistic ride, capped with a brash, in-your-face closer. Perfect for anyone spitting in the face of destiny and reaping what they sow, this is Richard at his most untamed.
Tracklist
| 13. | Crawl | 3:00 |
Lyrics
The fuck is destiny is what you said to me
These boys setting curses while I set my time free
Money is the motive, do you know the fuckin’ concept?
Do you fuckin’ want this?
Yeah, I fuckin’ on this
I floss shit, don’t need no fuckin’ body
Cause I’m on shit, said I’m on shit
Like I’m on one, yeah, they fuckin’ with the wrong one
Singin’ what they want, done, done
Reapin’ what they sow
Kill the flesh and kill the soul, said
Do you study these?
Do you study flows?
Yeah, I’ve been givin’ grace with the place that I implode
Fuck a terrorist, I explode
Tell your family what you owe
All that rhymin’, all that guessin’ you can keep the undertow
Shit, I keep it bucklin’ on my fro
Split a brain, now she fuckin’ on my cornrows
Yeah, the virgin’s clean, the Maybach scene
Leave your ass a wreck cause you know where I been
Fuck, took a snap, had to gun
Had to hit up Kerr-Hondin
Yeah, she took a snap, whipped it on her back, zing
Yeah, fuck
And if she came up twice, I’d double-check the last
For a last, I need his miscommunications
Different motives, like I’m spendin’ my attention
Time workin’ on my craft, shit, they better ready up
Guapo comin’ back, fuck Rico Suave with the Mac
Cleaned out the shack, delivery is fresh
But I gotta chef it up
These incisions in me mean I have to go to check it up
Don’t get around, it’s what I’m sayin’
I been spittin’ the shit just to keep the day in
Day out I rest my head with a spliff right on my bed
And your girl crawlin’ on my dick, givin’ me head
I said she crawlin’ on my dick and givin’ me head, nigga
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Graham Nazareth is a Toronto hip-hop force known for raw lyricism, heavy punch lines, and melodic instinct. Blending sharp rap delivery with smooth R&B vocals, he channels Drake’s versatility while shaping his own bold identity. His sound hits with emotion, grit, and a signature blend of rhythm and honesty.