Colt - 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
Motherf*cker 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 muf*ckin 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 f*ck 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
F*cking 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
Motherf*cker 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