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Yo girl just dropped a whip
And you can't even drive it
Aye
You best know I'm 'bout da pap
Charge a fee when you late
It add on by the day
Always got

The reason you're fighting it
And bringing indictments
We don't credit the person
That walked to the altar with working at all
Or credit the pastor
Who's

105 by 1/03
But flashing your money piles is for the weak
I'm just saying '09 you could find me in the creek
With a Keystone, stoned, smiling, trying

Looking back upon this life I've been living
I see the victories I win and
All the love I've been given
By all of the men and the
Women who've been

forget say you be first born son
Lead by example to those wey dey come
Give to cizer, wetin be for cizer
No chop the credit you no fit pay
This na my

Still dot my i's and cross my t's
And I won't lie when I am high
More musical when blowing trees
But don't want life to pass my by with drink and drugs

unleashed
I ain't yo pal, buddy, and you ain't my buddy, guy
I know some loud dummies, that always be running by
'Casue I used to stack Funyuns
But now I just

the nana like a battery
No chains on my words make you feel like you sitting by the ray
Splash in a planet full of Ashes
Dust to dawn passes I tried fasting

much going through my mental when in bed at night
I been, overseas and my money's looking nice
Credit going up, not without a sacrifice
Really finding

suburban homes

Consumer Orgasm
My credit card's like a dick in my hand
Consumer orgasm
Stricken with lust by a marketing scam
Consumer orgasm
Splurge

you was acidic
You my number one critic
I played your game like that shit was a clinic
That's where I'll give you credit (ahh)
I don't know how I was ok

realized
His soul goes right out the window
Like the wind blows
Overcome by the promise of gold
Credit's on hold
Sanity's a fiction
Smile for the picture

dead but I'm gone buss it
With a shot to the brain my head gone split, But if I do it myself I take credit
All the way out the hood, Where I'm headed
Off

When I look into your eyes
I see a shooting star
By the end of the night
They gonna know who we are
Lets take a trip to the moon
Lets take a trip

tired of the
I
Gotta
Be
Alone
I'm like how did the fuck did we get here
I got the vibe so give me my credit
That girl my side, so she got offended
I got

ain't for kids
The way I'm living my life, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
Big credit alert, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
My shooters taking no drugs, N4k,

"Acting a fool
Working in 5
Working on my credit
Trying to get high
Working on myself 
Trying get by
Working like a slave
Wanna feel alive

I pull up

we're put by the fatsos
Privileged to battles
Being won for them by scabs
To say our problems aren't bad
So I prayed to a higher power to alleviate

a second
Only known by your image
Fancy model with no credit's
Schiffer captured with no linens
Made outta Powerpuff pigment
Johnny Depp mindin’ his business

and such other sickness
Must be understood within us
Mind’s more evaded by
Multi purposed layered image
Ye many different mind’s resort the same
That we

gotta feed off the recognition
When listeners accept the message
With inner credit's given
Its best when their heads in position
Next to the system when

to an internet meme

Grew up, started to realize
This could be made for me
Bought a better mic, Focusrite
Trying to blow up, by remixing these

But to pick a name

hang on, that a window into my life
pandoras box opened and they’re seeing that the price right
im reeling in the credits when the hook is primed right

don't know what they be talking about
Talk to myself when I hang with my friends
When stay by myself I be talking out loud
Boy I be smoking the gas with