Need My Credit Lyrics

I stack my chips high

I don't got no time

I'm not just tryna get by

I'm not just tryna

All these "hey I'm outside" texts coming through it feels like Deja Vu

I'm eating better but never saying my plate is full

Don't hate the player to get the trophy you break some rules

Here and there, if fair is your motto it's prolly farewell to you

It's clear views, no dust in my vision but I see the people stalking me

Trailing me like they on a mission

I see 'em when I look back so I'm never reminiscing

While I gain traction in my field they wanna catch me slipping

It's cold as ice in this frickin bitch and everybody's sick from hearing everybody's frickin bitchin

I even feel myself getting introverted and distant

Is being lonely the goal I thought it was independence

Good points from the marksman ain't it

From the hip or off top I got the hot hand

Satan couldn't even touch me

It's bombs vs abominations, real mines

Getting triggered, showing real signs

Trigger warning yo you getting close to setting off a real steel mind

I'm getting heated my persona say I feel fine

I ain't the kinda person getting stressed out from a full plate

The shit gets me excited cause it's meal time, wait

I stack my chips high

I don't got no time

I'm not just tryna get by

I'm not just tryna

How they scared to take a chance

I've been out here robbing risk

Crazy everything I'd do to show everyone who I is

Cost a lot to sit and waste your life I'd rather stand on biz

Issa number on your forehead if you where I wanna sit

My team been getting all the numbers that we never used to get

I remember times when we was stressing 'bout the clicks

Stressing 'bout a chick

Stressing what we had to quit and stressing what we gotta fix to get to better ways to live

I need my credit

You don't get it

Everybody want the crown til the crown gives you headache's

Motherfucker you don't get it

Heavy is the head if your head games pathetic

You can let the pain win stay a peasant or dead it

If you know me you'll run into someone else who knows me

Nobody gets me, myself and I in a matrimony

To be the greatest can't let no one have the one and only

They were tryna grab and take from me before I had some money

Gravitate to where I'm at with any malice towards me

Imma actually do some magic turn a rat into a mufuckin casualty

I'm offin' tops so often all 'em actin' mad and asking

"yo who put that apple on me?"

Click bang, out here pulling the strings

I'll send shots to fort minor so y'all remember my name

Yea I'm bomb droppin' I ain't gotta get in a plane

It's always non stop fuck what I got left in the tank

To put my product on the shelf I'll do whatever it takes man I'm cooking DOPE

I'm cooking dope it gotta be Methylamine

Chemicals inside my brain put my head in the game

Red eyes and still a dead eye with the retina aim

Fucking insane range hitting right above where your chains hang

Flames in my DNA heat up like Dwayne Wade

I'm in my bag and I ain't buying Birkin or Kate Spade

I'm still feeling rich amidst filing a wage claim

Cause I know every bar will come and hit like a payday eventually

Can't replicate the prime Wayne days but you can see the imitation games

They do the same things just much worse

I get them heads spinning like a beyblade's from one verse

I stack my chips high

I don't got no time

I'm not just tryna get by

I'm not just tryna get by

How they scared to take a chance

I've been out here robbing risk

Crazy everything I'd do to show everyone who I is

Cost a lot to sit and waste your life I'd rather stand on biz

Issa number on your forehead if you where I wanna sit

My team been getting all the numbers that we never used to get

I remember times when we was stressing 'bout the clicks

Stressing 'bout a chick

Stressing what we had to quit and stressing what we gotta fix to get to better ways to live

I need my credit

You don't get it

Everybody want the crown til the crown gives you headache's

Motherfucker you don't get it

Heavy is the head if your head games pathetic

You can let the pain win stay a peasant or dead it