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make enough money to pay them rims off but they never teach us bout credit just watch the score board
& you don't need an education when you that fast

by barely
If I was wealthy it be scary 
Get you in a frenzy
I would have everyone around me
I'm not even living just existing

It feels like Deja Vu

what you buy yeah you wanna be me
So where's my credit I know you see me
I know I'm seen in the IG culture
But constantly get overlooked by the culture

me by you
Bald headed ass nigga, that nigga look like Caillou
Where yo friend at I ain't go lie that bitch was fine too
The type you don't lie too

answer my prayers
Let’s keep it trill what can they do with the realist
He raised a gentlemen all due credit to Mr Phillips and Gene
She was first one

& get no credit
Endured so much but yet were still here
To control the world you must produce fear
Yeah, I was born in revolution
Your system is my

choose not to believe in the news
It's biased and a one sided view
How could so many be controlled by the few
It's never going back to normal that's true

luck you’ll need it
Just spread depression and disgust wherever you go
Even garbage is disgusted by the sight of you 

E-nough
I’ve had enough of all

winning, so I'm gonna do this
An arrogant grin, with a habit of sinning
Distracted by women, but I wasn't stupid
You know how that game go
Ripping your set,

Satellite
Will Paquin
Produced by

Will Paquin
Release Date

August 20, 2021
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[Verse 1]
Is that a satellite
Or is that

for extra credit for murking niggas early with lines
Best of getting imperfect triggers lurking at I
My serving aligns piling the worst of 4th of julys

what's chess to me
Never had a lot what's less to me
Yeah aye
Head getting bigger by the day
It's hard to see when yo pride in the way
It's hard to see

strappin’
They rappin’
From my screen
From my street
They happy

Ha
You bitches flip
You only give a shit when you wanna pay lip 
And cash your social credit

different modes
you learned how to sing my credits card codes 

I learned you cant eat more than ten apples a day 
once you did it in Denmark and you started

for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I'm a big dog, I'm a big dog
Be

Single mom I was raised by her, in a place where the hate triumphed
Half white, half Latin, so my inner conflict was a race riot
She said I'd never

but shackled by the hands of time
And if I pay my dues will I be free from the crime
Because I don't believe that the world is truly mine
Niggas out

Solo
Shinin bright, I'm in a fuckin Star War
Jumpin upstairs, cos I'm learnin fuckin parkour
Credit card swipe, slap you with a stink palm
Blowin up

One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.

But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge

man's work like erectile labour
We work hard man all the credit to the slaver
But when it gets tough we know just where to go
Proletariat night

the credit for it.

We are in this together
We are in this together
2020 Was unforgettable
2020 Gave a better view
That me and you 
We're in this together

they posting something newer
For kids dreaming looking at computers
Screaming I can't breathe inside the sewer
Then blamed by whites despite on how they

Can Call Me Pretty
You Fucking Me?
I'll Fuck Your Bitch
But Don't you call me Petty 
I may have taught Her something New
But She Won't give me Credit

I actually said it
Do I regret it, fuck no
This shit is pathetic, I take credit for everything
I ever said in my message
Either it's real or and edit,