Take Credit

You know what we talking 'bout. Ey! Fata Fata Fata Boom! I see what you're lurking at You're the uptight type with a lot on your head Got a knot in your chest Too much left unsaid Got a ring on your finger Get nothing in bed Let down in your 'marriage' Wear expensive suits for 'camouflage' You lie to the world But now you're with us And we ain't afraid to get nasty as fuck When the beat drops You go off on it You like it raw by the looks of it Now you wanna go and blame us for it? Fuck that shit I take the credit Take the credit Take the credit Haven't been around much, ey? We don't divide you by gender today We own less And love to show flesh Emancipated fought our freedom back You sexually frustrated Though we all so liberated If you don't dare tell your wife what you need Go on and show us get rough on the beat We take credit for all of this gorgeousness We take credit 'cause we are so glamorous We take credit for all of this flawlessness They call me Jake Credit 'cause I take credit for ALL of this