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?