Lyrics:
wait
We gotta get it by any means for dreams sake
The enemy going hard but we go harder
No weapon formed against any of us will prosper
Yeah, they may
never tried it
We pass the torch
But we never tried to light it
We pass the blame
And we never stand by it
Credit for the fame
Never credit for
the credit for the shit we deserve
Now I'm fixing my credit while on set, your war is curb
Did everyone forget ay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay CEO
I came up off Babe
drowned;
Selling england by the pound.
Citizens of hope & glory,
Time goes by - its the time of your life.
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through
hey)
I got it made, my niggas is made
I'm gettin my money, my nigga I'm paid
The pussy is good, my credit is great
All I want is a yacht, and some
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
just a part of my life
Watching the show
Ain't nothing never came to niggaz sleep
Except for a dream
It's like a movie with the ending credits etched
Africa
But I don't eat swine
And beat the living shit outta skinheads
So where's my piece of mind?
A swiss watch, leasing a Lex on credit
All the liquor
too young for a credit card
And I crashed the very first time I drove my parents' car
Teardrops, we've made friends between screens
And deep seas,
(Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
rolled by
Then all at once I heard the sound of yuppies in the sky
Then the herd came down Columbus, for as far as I could see
All the men were wearing
Oh we ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But you travel along singing a song
Side by side
Oh we don't know what's coming
(BrentRambo)
Only one credit at the end 'cause I did this shit by myself
She jealous that Promethazine was my first love, I can't help, uh
us|To save this woman with her child and the boy with appendicitis|But the wind it blew and the storm it grew and the signal of Contwoyto|They missed by
got rounds of F150
Yeah, drained the ATM, I was in a Bentley
Five hunnid for the lows, got 'em by the boat load
Got Navy Fed with the pincode
In
Naked bitches, yeah, they all blowin'
Money fetish, yeah
Money fetish, yeah, I got fetty
Y'all niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit
Talkin' like
Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: No Secrets (SDF)
Credit: Written by Erik Roberts, Produced by Shayar
Recorded: Pots & Pan
doesn't really like him.
She told me so.
Why should I believe you? You're terrorists guarded by a crazy old librarian.
Oh the old man is a little
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
clip a1
Hey shit lit by the way new whip by the way new bitch by the way a1
Here take this Hundred run in the spot and tell em to chef you this BOA
a shooter out to shoot
I got money in the coupe
I ain't playin by the rules I ain't playin by the rules
Money all over the counter yea
I might just go take
journey
I've had you by my side
Can't take all the credit for where I am
It's you who helped me survive
Let me tell you that good people come into your life
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