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behind my back (Damn)
Wanaanza kuongea chafu coz you have it back
Wanaanza kuongea chafu, oh and by the way
I'm moving up there and that's no cap (No cap)

Evryday it been a vibe, drink until I wanna drive
Smoke until I miss my high, these are rules until I die
Live fast, new rides
Day ones by my side

I sit down it just hurts
Imma keep stacking credits till I'm buried in the earth
Summercamp's the hardest artist y'all ain't never heard
I been doing

Now I'm comin' home, foot on the gas I'm burnin' rubber
My time is comin' soon, and you'll know by hearin' thunder
Listen, I'll be comin' home with more

THOUGHTS
I'VE HAD NOW AND THEN

KEEP ROLLING ALL THE CREDITS
FOR EVERYON WHO'S ROCKED MY SOUL
EVEN ROLL THE CREDITS FOR ANYONE WHO TOOK THEIR TOLL
KEEP

times have they caught man saggin'
How many times have they seen me leave all the points
For the opp boys to come by laggin'
Yh
That's Thomas Shelby

I

Give myself credit, that I deserve
They are not worth, not even a word
If I was insured, maybe I'd be more reckless
She see me say, baby can we

Images engraved but I find it hard to frame it
Didn't know what came with love so I found it hard to claim it
Blinded by my wounds I was selfish could you

credit score
She hate what I adore
She thinks that I'm annoying
She hate my best friends
And them regular ones
She said that she like music
Just not my

and the fire songs
Sittin' down by the rain
These young vaping kids goin' down the wrong lane
Cause they don't understand that life ain't no fuckin' game
See

John Wayne movie Saturday night, wide eyed by my Daddy's side
Cowboys and outlaws shooting up the big screen, had me riding on the edge of my seat

straight hunnids, 
Count it, 
By the stacks 
Baby still bill strapped 
This a big bag you can get sack, 
Say she was kiss cash, 
Give it lip action, 
Throw

Popular

The Veronicas

Hook Me Up Karaoke [CD/DVD]

2007

pretend to know me, they try so hard
And I get what I want, my name is my credit card
Don't try to hate me because I am so popular..

Pop, pop, popular!

through Birmingham where the scenery is great
White tee few jewels and my swim trunks Bape HAHA
No cash imma put it on my credit card
You know my credit

care of me
And keep your notes for the lottery
I'll get my p's
Cause you know i'm a deadman
Ohhh
Come from serving dope and credit schemes
Ohh
Tryna run

I'm tasty wipe me dry save me
Give me your infection till' you drop
I'm mesmerized
By your swag your homies wanna cop
You're a drug to me
Dopamine my

Let's go
I don't have a credit score
My fucking back is sore
She won't listen to Minecraft biome lore
What about the Russian war
I am way to fucking

I'm tasty wipe me dry save me
Give me your infection till' you drop
I'm mesmerized
By your swag your homies wanna cop
You're a drug to me
Dopamine my

The past influenced by the-

The fear is real
We need to be heard
Every point to be valid
Every post to give you credit
You're the best, number

Money cash flow make a friend turn to foe
Niggas green so a nigga on go 
Swerving through lanes I'm just counting my dough
Got good credit I can get it

Let's go outside and see the sunset
And Drive with no where to go
Daydream about the life that we gon have
Until the credits roll
Ain't nobody could

am not lost nor found
So you can't take credit
I am not just a pawn
In your broken system
I will not be held down
I'm breaking out
Trapped between

fucking pin
Yeah give me that credit card pin
Oh oh oh
Feel that shameless genocide
I push these hoes to suicide
Shoot your home yeah homicide
In your mans

Tell them doubters get the fuck up out my face, I guess you’d say them nasa credits put me in a different space
Bitch im outta this world
You can see it