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Kredity
Texty
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ay
Listen
[Verse 2]
Went to Texas for a few days
Wanted to scout out the properties
Lookin' like I won a lottery
None of the hate really bother me
YouTube, three years, they don't wanna see me blow
They don't wanna hear the flow
But this usually how it go
[Verse 3]
Bankroll, bankroll
The bank tellers know my name
My life now not the same
I got money with the fame
PayPal with the transfer, brought my Mama straight to tears
Get her a 'Rari to steer, she ain't pay rent in years
Couldn't park at the store, I got butterfly doors
One space, need more
Somebody rally the score
My music is hot, bitch **** give me my credit
Sending shots without a medic
Four bands from my edits
My exes, "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha" they regret it
Yeah, ****, I said it, mm
Two hunnid bands on my debit, mm
Got enough education, I'm a college dropout
Same **** that'll doubt be the main one beggin' for my clout
[Verse 4]
Yeah
I mean, these **** just, you know
They don't understand what I been through, man, and, you know?
I do all this shit on my own, my ****, you know what I'm sayin'?
And I'm just out here tryin' to get respect, but at the same time
It's like, fuck you, you know what I'm sayin'?
But, I guess it's just me ventin' right now
It's whatever, though
Yeah
[Verse 5]
Why you rap about the money? I ain't never had shit
Told myself, don't quit, watch how you get rich
**** see me in Pontiac, they don't never ever wanna speak
Sent a text, "Let's meet", ****, I been for weeks
I don't usually like, go home, 'cause I know **** hate a lot
I'd probably get shot, and we don't even got cops
Cold case on my big bro, but we all know who did it
10K, we'll split it, guarantee they won't miss it
**** really used to struggle, mama really had to hustle
Two jobs had to juggle, we'll be good, now I'm humble
Private client at the Chase, I got a personal banker
Ksubi jeans on my ass, used to be at Wal-Mart buying Wrangler
Gas station at 2AM, bought some Hershey's out the wrapper
Don't compare me to a rapper, I make more than a rapper
Go to school for four years, 50K be a salary
I just made 50K in a week, take a pic for my gallery
[Verse 6]
I don't really be tryna stunt on nobody, but it's just like
You gotta understand, when you come from nothin', you know
You gotta have something to show for it, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Where I come from, **** ain't too successful, you know?
So, I like to show what I got
50K in a week, ****, no bullshit, just sayin'
Yeah
[Verse 7]
Check neck, check wrist
Date just with the Cubans
100K on the ice, so I'm cautious when I'm movin'
I don't go to the club, pussy is not that important
Through my contact sortin', I got hoes out in Portland
I notice we don't talk too often
You gon' claim we was best friends when I'm dead and gone in my coffin
I don't hang around you ****
Now you probably know the reasons
I be chillin' by myself out the way, tryna get through the seasons
**** think I'm a goofy, let me make a little statement
Don't come at me reckless, them videos for entertainment
I did the shit on my own, I got the check on my own
Bitch, I'm flyer than a drone, so you better watch your tone
10K for a feature, I had to get off of the bleachers
Why the fuck would you stay in school when you makin' more than a teacher?
****, I did it, I did it, I owe God all the glory
Could've been dead and broke, but you know they don't wanna hear my story
[Verse 8]
Yeah
Man, I just wanna say, you know, I'ma continue to do what I do, man
You know what I'm sayin', I'm not gon' let these
These no-good ass ****, you know what I'm sayin'
Try and bring me down and, you know what I'm sayin'
Tell me I'm not good enough, you know what I'm sayin'
But, I'ma just let this music take off and let it speak for itself
You know?
Be a real dog
Let's get it, ay
Written by: Darryl Granberry, Darryl Granberry, Jr.