Lyrics:
to evacuate)
It's Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn't
I'm stirring the pot I'm not cooking
They coming like two by two, bars hit like a four by
idolizing, I'mma give the credit where the credit is due!
All I am, is by the grace of God,
So Never think I think I'm better than you!!
If it wasn't for
got
Cause your credit's on the line
The other day I saw a fox
He was running for his life
His eyes were wide but his mind was shut
and lethal
Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel
Incarcerated scarfaces in all places
Crack sales
is a spiritual technology
I give it up to God when they clap for me
I love to give credit where the credit due
It's beautiful, it's the struggle
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun
was Trynna get get it
Cash money or credit
Skrr skrr don't crash it
Can’t fix don’t brake it
Just Trynna fly high but soon I’m landing
So clear
The ride is passin’ by if ya checkin’ out
Illuminate to heights
Burn like a light beam
I’m sure you won’t think twice
To paint a nice scene
Take yourself
Thoughts overcast, but feeling fantastic
Is this what life is like?
Overwhelmed by these feelings is drastic
Rain or shine, I maintain mine
Inclined
You made your point
I can't count on you
I must give credit
Where credit is due
Like a domino
You fall flat on your face
Anytime anywhere
Always look
Fashion,
but they don't wanna give me no credit,
stiletto nails with the ring tips with the lime green hair to match it,
I'm bad yes I know,
she bad yes she
Ja, ja Mary
Sy het my nog gisteraand irriteer
Ja, ja Mary
Sys seker vroeg vanoggend uit die deur
O Mary, waar is jy
Ek wou nog my credit card by jou
(Count to three)
(Turn the lights out uh)
(My city my house my credit my crown melt down uh)
Turn the lights out
My city
My house
My credit
My crown
every day I’m living life you don’t wanna die By die by
Hook:
Fuck sending shots they not on my level
When I walk I be red like the devil credit
turned 16
But now I drive a Ford Escape that b***h clean
It's a 2016 (Yeah)
(Ouu)
Now me and my guys, we got jobs
Some got wives, we get by, we survive
We
bitches, like 354?
You need a whole damn book just to keep yo sco?
Baby girl, dont be fucking with a nigga like
Baby girl, he be fucking up yo credit like
To save this woman with her child and the boy with appendisitis
But the wind it blew and the storm it grew and the signal of controita
They missed by miles
To the devil on the crossroads in a bottle while he pissed
By the railroad that's why trains ride the rails but still miss
It be the best people on the street
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