Lyrics:
tried
I've recognized the glow of your low beams numerous times
I'll be by the Batphone if you need to get a hold
Making a selection
Opening credits
coupe (uh-huh)
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin' (yeah)
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R.
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin'
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R
And add in any credit that you
coupe (uh-huh)
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin' (yeah)
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R.
nobody's help
Ya'll don't get no credit, bitch
I did it by myself
Now they all be gunnin' for the kid
I wish 'em well
They pray that I'ma fail, tell them
driven by emotion, so don't say you realize my vision
'Cause you know nothin' about me (Nothin')
I came here to take all the credit
They still think my
Said i been that nigga who grew up killers but made it out and never faced time
In a foreign i skrt off and race by
Busy nigga you better not waste
a chaser
And I ain't givin' credit to no one
Who ain't even try to help
So I do it on my lonely
Rather do this by myself, yeah
Ain't nobody tryna help
So I
pulling your credit card out
This one thing will solve all of your problems
My brain growing more numb by the day
Commercials washing my brain cells away
I
nobody's help
Ya'll don't get no credit, bitch, I did it by myself
Now they all be gunnin' for the kid, I wish 'em well
They pray that I'ma fail, tell them
mi enemy nuh worry cah mi nah badda dun dem (dun dem)
Ah di teacha don Corleone
Mi want a million dollar by a morning
Route di chromastic nuh
enemy nuh worry cah
Mi nah badda done dem (done dem)
Ah di teacha don corleone
Mi want a million dollar by a morning
Route di chromastic nuh plastic
Stress, credit.
Stress
Czemu zawsze chodzi nam o ten jebany hajs?
Ten jebany hajs
Ile trzeba by zarabiać, żeby nie myśleć tak
Żeby nie myśleć tak
I said give me my credit
There were times that they counted me out
And they started pretending
Like they ain't remember
Now they finally coming
Shit I'm too, yeah I'm too yeah I'm too annoyed
I did it all by myself but they don't want give me no credit noohoho
I don't keep cash on me baby
Zaytoven, 24hrs
And I got a lil' credit
Ay Twenty stop trippin' on me
I can't lose, and all my blessings comin' by the two
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I
maybe 5 years When I got me some mills and a crib By the sea
Hate me or love me it really don't Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means
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gonna have to tow me away
Tow me away
'Cause I can't afford to drive
We're outta groceries again
Ain't got no money to spend
The credit card is
Party through the roof, yeah
They know we the truth, yeah (I ain't lying)
She look like that ooh, yeah
They come by the two, yeah (I ain't lying)
We be
no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
Truthfully, it's
Shaking in my hand is a paradise
Bet more credit when there's credit due
Many a time I've said I'm through
And many a time you've let it slide
But I still
I'm blinded by these lights, I've lost my way
Knee-deep in this landfill, what day is today?
My diet prescriptions, stare at my phone
My soul is
still holdin' on to my mom's credit card
No one ever told me growin' up gets kinda lonely
Bein' an adult is fuckin' hard
I used to think by now I'd
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