Foolish, i be on that new shit
While guys were wastin time credit
I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.
What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit
A good person just to get credit when you want something
Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing
I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more
My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score
Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates
When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my
Desire get confused and you could lose your direction
His name is eminem, i would have to credit him
Unlimited credit
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
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