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be blessed by god
I just pray as much as I'm sinning
Like a credit card, I can't seem to find the limit
Got the suit, the booze, the Jewels, the shoes

"Acting a fool
Working in 5
Working on my credit
Trying to get high
Working on myself 
Trying get by
Working like a slave
Wanna feel alive

I pull up

things are meant to be, store the memories forget it
I'm jumping out my seat flowing like I'm swiping credit
And my credit score dropped but I got cash so

we're put by the fatsos
Privileged to battles
Being won for them by scabs
To say our problems aren't bad
So I prayed to a higher power to alleviate

ain't for kids
The way I'm living my life, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
Big credit alert, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
My shooters taking no drugs, N4k,

forget say you be first born son
Lead by example to those wey dey come
Give to cizer, wetin be for cizer
No chop the credit you no fit pay
This na my

Still dot my i's and cross my t's
And I won't lie when I am high
More musical when blowing trees
But don't want life to pass my by with drink and drugs

Yo girl just dropped a whip
And you can't even drive it
Aye
You best know I'm 'bout da pap
Charge a fee when you late
It add on by the day
Always got

realized
His soul goes right out the window
Like the wind blows
Overcome by the promise of gold
Credit's on hold
Sanity's a fiction
Smile for the picture

When I look into your eyes
I see a shooting star
By the end of the night
They gonna know who we are
Lets take a trip to the moon
Lets take a trip

suburban homes

Consumer Orgasm
My credit card's like a dick in my hand
Consumer orgasm
Stricken with lust by a marketing scam
Consumer orgasm
Splurge

the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting

you was acidic
You my number one critic
I played your game like that shit was a clinic
That's where I'll give you credit (ahh)
I don't know how I was ok

tired of the
I
Gotta
Be
Alone
I'm like how did the fuck did we get here
I got the vibe so give me my credit
That girl my side, so she got offended
I got

much going through my mental when in bed at night
I been, overseas and my money's looking nice
Credit going up, not without a sacrifice
Really finding

The reason you're fighting it
And bringing indictments
We don't credit the person
That walked to the altar with working at all
Or credit the pastor
Who's

Looking back upon this life I've been living
I see the victories I win and
All the love I've been given
By all of the men and the
Women who've been

105 by 1/03
But flashing your money piles is for the weak
I'm just saying '09 you could find me in the creek
With a Keystone, stoned, smiling, trying

coat No confetti
Blunt heavy
Born to get it Born to fly
Head in sky
Passed these niggas 1000 times
Ride or die by my side tell no lies
But I know she

unleashed
I ain't yo pal, buddy, and you ain't my buddy, guy
I know some loud dummies, that always be running by
'Casue I used to stack Funyuns
But now I just

I Am Music
I'm here to save you
Niggas sleep on rap just to get Piano hits
Your favorite rapper raps on credit top on credit B
I'm no Pokemon but let

and my pencil
Ah Now I need gyal like a Kendall
Look at where I've come in a year shits mental
Credit to myself I done this on my own
If you backed from

respect
My opps ain't got no sense of time, 'cus days went by, weeks went and no less
I tried to tell 'em step aside, too late, Tec-9's spray aiming at your

Mistress of mercy, 
Miss controversy 
Dressed in a coma on the lower east side
Found in the basement 
To your amazement 
There's no one by your