Where Credit's Due

Yeah
Please don't take this credit
I was up when you was sit
I'll tell you where the fuck my head is
Maybe quicker, ask your bitch
My guala green
It's moldy bread
But I won't ever let it sit
I pray for everybody's health
But I know this gon' make 'em sick

Last night I was loose
I got Gatorade in me
Crossfade like I'm Bia
I'm like Vice City Jimmy
I got paid from a stimmy
Where the record company?
Bad grades from the jump
Guess it just wasn't in me

Give me a little bit of credit
Just a little bit of credit
Give me a little bit of credit
Just a little bit of credit

If you ain't on your way
Then don't tell me that you miss me
I cannot be bullied
Bro will do that thing for me
Who was here before me?
No one ever wrote this story
Need a milli in my twenties and a billi 'fore I'm forty

Invoices, invoices, invoices, invoices
Swear I'm not crazy
But I keep hearing voices
Invoices, invoices, invoices, invoices
I was the only one
They were not here for it

Give me a little bit of credit
Just a little bit of credit
Give me a little bit of credit
Just a little bit of credit
Give me a little bit of credit
Just a little bit of credit
Give me a little bit of credit
Just a little bit of credit



Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Dunaway
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