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Pixie Bitch, Angel Dust all on my credit card
Pretty Bitch eternal, you gon' fuckin' die hard
Pink Lighter, Pink Blunt, Pink Xanax Bars
Yeah, I'm

To save this woman with her child and the boy with appendisitis
But the wind it blew and the storm it grew and the signal of controita
They missed by miles

(no),
I smoke so much weed cos I dont know where my head is (fucked),
I might have fame but im still low on credit (credit),
Management loved the money,

To the devil on the crossroads in a bottle while he pissed
By the railroad that's why trains ride the rails but still miss
It be the best people on the street

bitches, like 354?
You need a whole damn book just to keep yo sco?

Baby girl, dont be fucking with a nigga like
Baby girl, he be fucking up yo credit like

turned 16
But now I drive a Ford Escape that b***h clean
It's a 2016 (Yeah)
(Ouu)
Now me and my guys, we got jobs
Some got wives, we get by, we survive
We

But the closing credits just keep rolling on and on and on and on and on and on

You forgot to take your coat
I might've stalled you on the stairs

I thought I was over you
But I guess moving on ain't enough no no there's so much left to do
(So much left to do)
And by the way this ain't no

Dropped 10 bands
On some Louis by my lonely
Can't fuck with no DL nigga
Hit you when they're horny
Waiting on the faggot thottie
Plotting to expose

Credits like crack, blow it up by the gram
Edit my stack, holy fuck I'm the man
Up til seven every morning losing track of the time
My morning commute is

was Trynna get get it
Cash money or credit 
Skrr skrr don't crash it
Can’t fix don’t brake it 
Just Trynna fly high but soon I’m landing 
So clear

I know that you been
Waking up alone and by yourself
And I know that you been
Waitin' for me to come back and help
With your soul
But I don't know

Say what you want
Say what you want I could never choose one
Stains on my khakis ketchup and Capri Sun
What's the budget by a cell for my stepson

coat No confetti
Blunt heavy
Born to get it Born to fly
Head in sky
Passed these niggas 1000 times
Ride or die by my side tell no lies
But I know she

Radioactive
Sounds in your ears
Standing by me
Is facing your fears
Nothing is scarier
Except for us
I think that movie
Is pretty sus
I am a beast
I am a menace

I Am Music
I'm here to save you
Niggas sleep on rap just to get Piano hits
Your favorite rapper raps on credit top on credit B
I'm no Pokemon but let

ain't ever gonna touch it
Use my credit card on the daily
Pay it back right away I'm not crazy
Taking my money is the only way you offending me
Never

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

be blessed by god
I just pray as much as I'm sinning
Like a credit card, I can't seem to find the limit
Got the suit, the booze, the Jewels, the shoes

credit
I found you out and you were never the same
I left your mind somewhere stranded
You're up in flames
I taught you everything you know
And by the way

"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

and shine
Day dreaming bout creampies
Walk into the bank now
Somehow credit score so high
Usually block my entrance
Now they just let me blow by
My aunts say

the credit
I'm a work in progress I ain't perfect imma need some edits
He the lamp to my feet I trust I don't know where I'm headed
So we take it day by day we

push and coast while I roll pass by
Fictitious, pathetic raps from idiots
In a city where street cred seems tedious
Monotonously dull underhandedly