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credo (official lyric video)
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(You did good, $lick)
(It's a smash)
(Lonely boy)
Yeah
Yeah, shoot for the muhfuckin' stars
Pressure make diamonds, God with the timing, copped my girl a new car (let's go)
The least I can do, you know the shit real, when she love you, even with flaws
Yeah, them boys, they pussy, can't eat with the dogs
Don't call me your friend, don't call me your homie, what we believe is at odds
The way that we bleed at odds, I look, all I see is frauds
Got pain that hurt so muh fuckin' deep it made me believe in God
Took over the game, no, we ain't the same, I'm something like Steven Jobs
My bitch got needs, but unlike these rappers, she will never need a job
Yeah, I live it for real, these pussies, they live for the camera
My bitch tryna fuck, but I'm in the stu, she throwing a tantrum
Dedicated like Weezy, I get dramatic, pull out the cannon
The one who knocks, yeah, I am the danger, Wet Bryan Cranston, yeah
Guess money do heal 'cause my pockets ain't hurting
Had to cut some off, all the drama ain't worth it
Was looking to kill myself but end up finding my purpose (let's go, let's go)
I roll with the misfits and the freaks, gang like a circus
Yeah, cooking these muh fuckin' crackers, shit like a genocide
I'm from a muh fuckin' hood you cannot gentrify
Gators eating bodies 'til there's nothing to identify
Throw the 3's up, now the world know what that signifies
This too shall pass, some words that I live by
Most days I'm good, some days I wanna get high
Can't get too close, dog I'm sick of watching my friends die
Money come with everybody problems but with no damn guide
Surmounted my fate, surrounded by fakes, yeah
Encountered some grace, rebounded my faith, yeah
No matter the case, God makes no mistakes (let's go, let's get it)
So look at my face, you got what it takes, yeah (you got what it takes)
Born again, I'm feeling like Mase (I'm feeling like Mase)
Born to sin, gun still on my waist, yeah
Cloned again, they copy and paste, yeah (they copy and what?)
Lil B Wetto, so muhfuckin' based
Yeah, whipping that muh fuckin' culli
Yeah, whipping that muh fuckin' trucky, yeah
Gave up the percs but I popped a PM, that muhfucker got me a lil ducky
Hell, no, you is not my buddy
Love when her booty lil chubby, uh
Pink vape, taking a puffy
Suck on my dick 'til you love me, yeah
Couple pills a day to help keep the doc away (okay, hold up, yeah)
I know you feel it too, man, shit just not the same (shit not the same)
Just a part of life, ain't about who you got to blame (yeah)
Might be your shot to change
Yeah, shoot for the muhfuckin' stars
Pressure make diamonds, God with the timing, copped my girl a new car (let's go)
The least I can do, you know the shit real, when she love you, even with flaws (even with flaws)
Yeah, them boys, they pussy, can't eat with the dogs
Don't call me your friend, don't call me your homie, what we believe is at odds
The way that we bleed at odds, I look, all I see is frauds
Got pain that hurt so muh fuckin' deep it made me believe in God
Took over the game, no, we ain't the same, I'm something like Steven Jobs
My bitch got needs, but unlike these rappers, she will never need a job, yeah
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