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baby, all day i say hey, hey, hey
I ballin like Fade-A-Way, 3 letter credit A OK
Black car, black car, girl I got a black car
Can I buy some of your time

Zypern
Offline Transaktionen, ich mach' Big-Business
Zwanzig Mio Letter auf Credit, während du Bitch spittest
Um Klicks bittest, PR-Marketing-Moves

Your heart is the soldier 
Brings the certified letter
Before the credits roll 
And the credits roll

and a seed,
and a shot in the dark,
now we lit and my life is a caption,
my n***a we good,
Headed to better,
Scarlett my letter,
That's varsity credit,
Changin'

that immaculate vista on insta clout
It's that fret-er with the chord voiced in cursive letters
Taking undeserved credit net worth getting better

letter in the mail about my credit
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
They don't know me round here
See I came from outta space
They don't grow me

reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka

Pulling out

baby
Shoulda treated me like your lady
Nigga I gotta bizounce

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Fuck the conversation
I'm throwin you a letter
Keep them platinum credit

or the letters I wrote
When jail letters were hope
You read the credits and you saw Large Pro
Or some decrepit club where DJ S&S had buzz
I stepped

a referee
Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy
Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned
To trafficking from peddling

the conversation
I'm throwin you a letter
Keep them platinum credit cards
Keep all of your cheddar
That shit don't mean nuttin to me (No nuttin to me no nuttin

They ain't waste a single second to tell me I'm better off
Then I kept it with the pennin' and shreddin' these letters off
So my credit is respected

Bizounce

Olivia

Olivia [Japan Bonus Track]

2001

baby
Shoulda treated me like your lady
Nigga I gotta bizounce

Chorus

(Verse 3)
Fuck the conversation
I'm throwin you a letter
Keep them platinum credit

Just Like Daddy

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

letters how I miss you
Givin' you credit, apologetic how I dis you
Get you for thinking like a Mona and on a level
And sometime daddy ready to wine ya

the county writing letters how I miss you
Givin' you credit, apologetic how I dis you
Get you for thinking like a Mona and on a level
And sometime daddy

points in yo' direction, nigga
Ain’t no stoppin' that

Bitches know I got the vendetta
Rollin' up the lettuce
$uicidal penned letters
Gone and roll

while I politic
In LA makin plays like I'm Kawhi Leonard
(Makin plays)
F-R-A-U-D, love them five letters
(Fraud, fraud)
Her credit great, but she trippin

in the hood 

Man they trying to get paid ain’t no jobs in the hood 

When you sitting in a cella they ain’t writing you letters

Ain’t no credit

I'm from the hood full of go getters And Goal setters
If they ever ran into a wall
They saw their name and throw Letters
Dope edits for more credit

checks you can write me a letter
Dick magnetic, check my credit
Stay pulled out, cause the grip pathetic
Blick blick coming out for the night
Kick kicks

LIFE DOES NOT MATTER
Only in death do they chatter

I'm not a name
No letters
Only numbers
An ID
A credit score
Social Security

I'm the person who cooks

that flow
Yes I just came through
To collect my dough
Respect I'm owed
Yo so give me credit where credit is due
Letter to my friends
I will not address

the credit for the letter
Rain checkin on you like the weather
Like lightning flow so striking
Check my hands yeah I throw em like Tyson
Takin my chance and I

beatin' a sheet of gold fleeced
From the petals of the marigold, story told, credits roll
Netherfallen letters from aloft caught in a whirlhole