Credit* lyrics

[Intro]
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Yo, uh

[Verse]
n*ggas say they nice, but don't shake sh*t up like the Butch'
I got a movie deal, but chillin 'cause my real life like a book
Loose steel knife with a jux, so don't be that life that I took
And next time you sneak diss, just pay me, I'll write the hook, n*gga
Now look who the bread earner, the east side Ted Turner
In this business, it's best to stay out your feelings to advance further
Can't shake the b*tch, I told her
I get the neck, but I can't serve ya
Shе not my type but, her pops the connеct so, I can't curve her
Before a bullet wound there was sh*t that prominently hurt me
In a wheelchair, it was hard to smile on my 36th birthday
Bein' honest, this could be karma I prolly deserve in the first place
The sh*t I thinkin' about in the jet that's landin' in Burbank
f*ck rap, we’d be back pluggin whole units the worse case
These jewels on my shirt say "b*tch come here, I don't skirt chase"
Pulled us over, and that was my fourth felony, serial
We got a warnin', I be in Louisburg right now when they search me
Locked in wit' plugs so I know that sh*t y'all coppin' no good
They get the drop, I'm the type to send fiends to shop in yo hood
I'm like '95 KG n*gga, I'm wit' the wolves
But me and City, Mike and Pippen 'fore Rodman got to the Bulls
Uh, before we talk paper, let's make a simple assessment
My little crypto investment was prolly triple yo' necklace
On this episode of Flavor of Love, yo' b*tch a contestant
She don't ever suck di*k the first night, this an exception
Hide the paper someone's safe or place them di*ks won't expect it
Then calculate how long it's gon' take to get to yo' weapon
No love songs, I keep it gangsta 24/7
You cryin' ass rappers', labels should send y'all n*ggas to Ellen
And yo boyfriend holla at you, wait chill chill, gimme one second (nah)
Y'all n*ggas like hoes, we can talk when y'all done beggin'
Now, let's talk about the sh*t I did to become legend
'Cause the money not enough no more, I want credit
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