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opportunity to shoot his shot
His confidence was shook after being shot down by this girl named Megan

Megan making Noah go crazy
He was trapped in his mind

The schools been teaching poison
Technology advancing, my old thang annoying
I came in with this weed smoke
Can tell by the aroma
The internet can make you

Golden
A.I.A we want it 

Look it how the bar we set it
No room for edit
Y’all better call the medics 
Want all the credit
Giving y’all my all to get it

Running laps around a competition
I feel like Usain
The only time I'm having a mood swing
Keep a russia by the front door

Go to war with Ukraine
Every day

stuck
With me for life
Like another debit

Just do right by me
And I boost your credit
Easier said than done
But deep down
You know you won't regret it

I

my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru

yuh
You sexy as fuck, lil' mama

I know and I don't gotta brag, yuh
I don't follow trends, I'm all by my lonely they zig n i zag, yuh
To all of my

a living
Barely getting by
It's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
If you let it

Bitch, I'll rip your fucking face off
I never take no day off, I stay in the club if the bass hard
I only hop on the beat if the credits say "produced by

credit where credit due
If I say the wrong word will I end up gettin sued

So I think about it everyday, one bad word death
That's the game we play
Don't

heard it
Misinformed by all the rules
Taking over your view by views
It be the one close to you
Battery in your palm
Dead until you charged up
U been

diver

I’ll credit your Aza
For bonanza
Give me your answer u

Baby dance am
Everyday
I’m escorted by bouncer

To Germany o
She say follow me
She call

know by now
Then I gotta get one for the get back

Had to break down greeze to a neek, peek
My leng one swallow me whole, she a freak, geek
My credit

night. She flowed into my vibration
Naturally, it would be great to have perfect credit to live freely qualified immunity
Counterculture financial

Oh!  Taxes!  Taxes!     
From the NEW cMERICcN SONGBOOK®				     Music by Bruce L Warden

what I came here for
I want the world to know my name
Dirty style done changed this game
Give credit where credit is due
To the ones that bought it

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

the people
Nothing wrong with some dank
In 27 states
Not even my city
But these are some hillbilly cops
Washed up
By the lake

Actin like they hot shit
Because

Got a bad little bitch in the A
Like some pins bitch you all in the way
Dick her down she be gone by tomorrow
But why you still shopping at Zara
Spug

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

We was just hitting them licks by the park
Why think all my bros caught them felonies for
Bitch I could boost up your credit report
And my brodie gon'

FR say what you want
Lying cause I asked you some
Time is just a word for some
Know it fades and then it comes
Hours losing one by one
Seen you

should know by now
Then I gotta get one for the get back
Had to break down greeze to a neek, peek
My leng one swallow me whole, she a freak, geek
My credit

bank app more than porn I guess it's a fetish
I've done way too fucking much to just not get the credit
But I'll probably be deceased by the time you