While guys were wastin time credit
And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip
Post cards and my letters
Talking of the gods you serve
Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,
Unlimited credit
Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit
Ads played through him like cards in a deck
That i just haven't came up with a name yet
We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from
Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion
Retail snappers even is lame
Ain't heard dc since sardines came
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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