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I'm tryna stack this money up, I call that shit Tetris
I just want my respect, want me props, want my credits
Won't be satisfied til that pussy get

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

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

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

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

up never down and we set it
I won't let you in getting bags and we get it
I'm ready to move like you do with bad credit
I'm getting no credit it's done

and my pencil
Ah Now I need gyal like a Kendall
Look at where I've come in a year shits mental
Credit to myself I done this on my own
If you backed from

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

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

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

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

things are meant to be, store the memories forget it
I'm jumping out my seat flowing like I'm swiping credit
And my credit score dropped but I got cash so

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,

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

every day I’m living life you don’t wanna die By die by



Hook:



Fuck sending shots they not on my level
When I walk I be red like the devil credit

Mistress of mercy, 
Miss controversy 
Dressed in a coma on the lower east side
Found in the basement 
To your amazement 
There's no one by your

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

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

this shit
We're crawling through
Give credit where
Credit is due 

It's hard enough
Just getting by
What's the use in 
Covering your eyes
We ain't got

Just tryna get through the days right now
Thought that I would be ok by now 

Then they regret it like damn bitch I said it 
And You takin credit was not

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

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

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