Credits

Pull the switch, hit the gas, ion know ya ass Different state, all awake, but that's from the past All these rappers got their demons, they not on ya ass Lemme teach you bout the demons, that is why thy came to rap Freedom speech (Blah blah blah) No bitch Snapbacks? Fade that, This ain't 05' bitch Rappers switching image like a hoe when they fiend a scrimmage Back to scripts, I'm your father n I want my credits Im their daddy they my sons n they know that's that That's just that, but they will turn like a cauldersac My nuts itch from all these children, They ran my sacks All outta fucking sperm just to be their dad Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch? Where's my credit, bitch?