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you gettin on swoll
Convasary gotta credit so I
Know you still ballin
If you gotta get back at me
I'll be waiting on ya callin'

Some things have

must leave, 
Got your car keys,
And some CD’s of Alicia Keys, in the backseat,
That I’d never leave
Like a credit card scheme,
Now you can’t see

selfish if you're contemplating suicide
'Cause it's some people by side, bet a dub they're down to ride
They'll be your tissue when you cry
Then applaud you

it I’ll fill you in
So for your own credit start listening
I’ll paint you the picture beginning to end
You see this lil lady out corner your eyes don’t

not
Sometimes this life ain't easy but it's all I've ever got
Want to skate on by unnoticed never need to stir the pot
But your spot and new positions

Rather Get Money

New Gen

New Gen [LP]

2017

in my zone)
I'd rather get money (I spend all my time)

I don't expect you to get it, you can't expect me to change yeah
I just spent 20 on credit

the streets
A pint of Guinness to kill your kidneys
I meant liver, fuck
Love living superior
By the Hudson river
Beat break so cold, make em fucking shiver
Like

me more than a milli
By the time you check my milli I'll be making a billi 
I'm the goat man, I'm all 'bout making the money
Call it bread or cheese,

not
Fuck what I got, let’s talk what I’m getting’ your man on a mission.
Talk about money you feel like I’m dissin’ 
Live by the grind like it’s part

small town you never heard about
Nobody concerned about, news travel by word of mouth
Went to the Mexican school to get his education
Back before Brown

the house, nowhere else to go
So, I build equity
But student loans never seem to protect me
Credit Card funds always seem to digest me
Paying for happiness,

in moms womb
Plotting on escape like it's a trip to Cancun 
Got out grinned went upside down
Ass got smacked like I belong on mound
Got punished by

first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game

One of the realest that did it Barely get any credit, But I'm humble
I stayed authentic, I spit it' and didn't mumble
I used to run plays in the trap

day

It ain’t over, it ain’t over
It ain’t over, no, it ain’t over, hey
It ain’t over

[Verse 2: Cee]

Nah man, we can't be through
We got the game by

the small stuff, but I still take the credit


HOOK

You don't know who you're fucking with
Underestimate me please
Who you are is irrelevant 
I will bring

bands from making stanzas
​​When problems came, I would try to find a way, but I never ran
​​By the way, I'm predicting brighter days like the weather man

followed by the zeros

Wasn't born with cash but it's busting out my jeans now
Everything gold don't glitter like it seems now
Credit to my past when they

pours through 
I love my dad Chilling I improvised the Old Skool 
Now I got credit when the old and young Toast cool 
Besides Ogene, Ebenezer obey

the credits dead...

For in occasion you spared... It's still complicated..

No one out to hate.. but it get tighter then had to be 

cddress me if have

its nuttin’ to be proud of 
Yo, grew up on a dumb estate, North side that’s a jumpy place
Where you might get stabbed by your mate and you can’t trust

get fly 
Bought that Ralph forgot about my rent fly
You gotta pay the cost is what I live by
So imma put them Js on debit 
Put that chain on credit
Just

Got cheated on the deal and that's real life stuff,
You live and you learn, you earn by being burned,
The knowledge that sometimes there's no give

be one man mopol I'm all by myself
When I get credit alert the
Cash is paid by self
Hustler l'omo mo le fi ese sa de mile twelve
I'm so ghetto any day