Cyhi The Prynce - Credit "I" Deserve lyrics

rate me

Yeah take my mic on

I hear y’all talking, trust me I do

Yeah my versus deserve hurses

One doctors, two nurses and flow sergeants

Catch me wherever the purps porches,

No body’s sick as human, I’m speaking on third person

If I ain’t in you op 5 you dumn and you (?)

But soon as I start rise you nigga gonna cop right

How knew your God ties when gangsters how got chop

I swear this is not a lie

My versus are scare, you thought you kinda clap wise

Every cut that I produce will get on roof side

People try to bring me down but I got price

So I keep my head up like I’m try a pop fly

If pop crowded with a sound like this

I don’t know no body holding down, they try like this

A young prince how came from the underground like this

Since the dungy niga yeah, they ain’t sound like this

So I rap had to beat it slow

I can probably release a both with no money down

Ad I got the chep and snow

Haters wanna see you broke

They ask me how I’m doing on

I say I’m fine, I’m like Puertorican

Ooh I’m a reserved for metaphor

I’m so off the chain, I can even pay it for

Off a mix tape, I don’t be a several tours

Cuz I’m hot then Ecuador every time I press record

Fuck a kitchy cause

Nigga I drop balls

My shit tight like the back sit of a bad car

I got a debit card full with money

But it’s funny cuz y’all still don’t give me the credit I deserve

For every line, every word

Give me the credit I deserve

For educate nigga on the curve

Give me the credit I deserve

I made it out the street for selling pounds on the Earth

Give me the credit I deserve

I can’t believe this people got the nerve to not

Give me the credit I deserve

Rapper shit been nervous cuz it’s me (?) so scary

Cuz I bust with the pistol, you tend to carry

With every cemetery, you put me in when I’m berried

Just know I came from the top, missionary drop

Choose like my chain broke

And I speak canaries, I’m in the seven floor shady like I’m friend with Larry

Hoover then they try to do you but I keep barugga

This tula in the air and I ain’t never be the gary

My women very I scoop it like Ben and Jeny

You in a special team, we kick it like veneteary

You listen to the boys in the class that use to read slow

Now I got shows booked but I’m good with the dictionary

My diction isn’t in the diction

No way have I given a description

I may consider a snitching

Just try to give a vaning picture with niggas that’s living

Would you rather hear me rapping by sticking dicking and vixing

I use to cut grass, no gangest just bass pass

And nah puffing enough gass to fill up the truck

Then treat you money like it’s under your nose, your mustache

Enough cash for a rainy day

The full case says

That it’s partially cloudy, my partner say he wanna feel circles

I call it the (?) on cutie part

This the sound try to keep cool high

I grow around some niggas how quick to let that fool just fly

With more guns then my movie got

And my primes go to the families that are (?) or nah

I got fams in my head, I got a (?)

Prison poet, imagine if he sees a crime

My daddy ask me, what I keep a pistol for

I said without I feel like naked as a stripper

That’s how it is when you raise by some trippler

Jeeze the first thing they talk the niggas was to keep the trigger close

I do the shit for stone , jus leave us in the miller grow

I’mma switch and twist her, I’m kissing on that Mazel Tov

Call and drive the ball sea, cuz this green is picking low

Somebody let the niggas know

To give me the credit I deserve

For every line, every word

Give me the credit I deserve

For educate nigga on the curve

Give me the credit I deserve

I made it out the street for selling pounds on the Earth

Give me the credit I deserve

I can’t believe this people got the nerve to not

Give me the credit I deserve