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cyhi the prynce - credit "i" deserve lyrics

[intro]
tec, my mic on?
i hear y’all talkin’, trust me, i do

[verse 1]
my verses deserve he-rs-s
one doctor, two nurses and four surgeons
catch me wherever the perps purchase
n0body sick as him and i’m speakin’ in third person
if i ain’t in your top five
you’re deaf or you’re c-ck-eyed
but soon as my stock rise you n-ggas gon’ c-ck-ride
who you know got ties with gangstas that chop pies
i swear these are not lies
my verses’ll scare you if i took you counter-clockwise
every cut that i produced deserves peroxide
people tried to bring me down but i got pride
so i keep my head up like i’m tryna catch a pop fly
if pac cried it would’ve sounded like this
i don’t know n0body holdin’ down their town like this
a young prince who came from the underground like this
since the dungeon, n-gga, you ain’t heard a sound like this
so if rap had a beacon score, i could prolly lease a boat
with no money down, and i got the cheapest note
haters wanna see you broke, they ask me how i’m doin’
i say i’m fine, i’m like a puerto rican ho
oh, i’m a reservoir for metaphors
i’m so off the chain, i can’t even pedal forward
off a mixtape, i’ve done been on several tours
cause i’m hot as ecuador every time i press record
f-ck a catchy chorus, n-gga i drop bars
my sh-t tight like the backseat of a cop car
i got a debit card full of money
but it’s funny cause y’all still won’t give me the credit i deserve

[hook]
for every line, every word
give me the credit i deserve
for educating n-ggas on the curb
give me the credit i deserve
i made it out the streets from sellin’ pounds of the herb
give me the credit i deserve
i can’t believe these people got the nerve to not
give me the credit i deserve

[verse 2]
rappers should be nervous cause me with a pen is scary
cause i bust like that pistol you tend to carry
whatever cemetery they put me in when i’m buried
just know i came out on top, missionary
dropped jewels like my chain broke, and i spit canaries
i’m in the ’74 chevy like i’m friends with larry
hoover then they try to do you, but i keep a ruger
this tool an indiana, i ain’t ever been to gary
my women vary, i scoop ’em like ben & jerry
you with a special team, we kick it like vinatieri
you listenin’ to the boy, in the cl-ss that used to read slow
now i got shows booked cause i’m good with the dictionary
my diction is an addiction
the way i give a description, some may consider it snitchin’
just tryna give a vivid depiction how n-ggas was livin’
would you rather hear me rap about stickin’ d-ck in a vixen?
i used to cut gr-ss, no car, just a bus p-ss
now i puff enough gas to fill up a truck, dad
treat your money like it’s under your nose, you must stash
enough cash for a rainy day
the forecast says that it’s partially cloudy
my partner said he wanted 4 circles, i called it the audi
oh a cutie pie, this the soundtrack to cooley high
i grew up ’round some n-ggas who were quick to let that uzi fly
with more guns than that movie guy
and my prayers go to the families of theater 9
i got films in my head, i got a theater mind
prince and a poet, imagine if caesar could rhyme, n-gga
my daddy asked me, what i keep a pistol for
i said, “without it, i feel naked as a stripper pole”
that’s how it is when you were raised by some triple ogs
the first thing they taught a n-gga was keep a trigger close
do this sh-t for stone mountain, stevenson and miller grove
i’m a swisher kisser, i’m twistin’ up that mistletoe
call it dragonball z, cause it’s green as piccolo
somebody let these n-ggas know to give me the credit i deserve

[hook]

[outro]
give me the credit i deserve, give me the credit i deserve
give me the credit i deserve, give me the credit i deserve
give me the credit i deserve, give me the credit i deserve
give me the credit i deserve, don’t wanna give me the credit i deserve
f-ck y’all n-ggas

- cyhi the prynce lyrics

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