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Credit Video (MV)




Performed By: Anticipate
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Anthony McGlone




Anticipate - Credit Lyrics




Banks used to red line districts
Treated mine like some lying misfits
They ain't give us no loan
Couldn't get a home even though we like the listing
No credit from the bank, get it from the street, people start dying and missing
1996 time in Richmond
Spending way too much time in kitchens
Lord help the people, those who sell the evil
Those who felt the needle, those that's lying and dying in the fetal
After they think that they're flying with the eagles, higher than a steeple
Never backed up a big Mack truck but still trying to pump the high-test diesel
I'm a change that for my people
I'm a be the bank
I'm a be the bank (That's honest)

My Sauce drip too hard not to get the credit (Sauce dripping)
Came way too far not to get the credit (Way too far)
I gave too many bars not to get the credit
I'm tripping man God blessed me too hard he get the credit
Yeah credit, to get street credit get a ____ belt and them rifles (Credit)
To get God's credit got to lose yourself, that's lypo (Credit)
Everybody trying to up the credit score that's FICO
Trying to keep that balance on that bank account, tight rope

Went hard for the green came up short that's subpar credit
Never quit even though I started over with the pennies in the jar credit
Had a large tab I ain't have to pay it, these rhymes gave me bar credit
Got towed had to steal my own ride back I ain't have no car credit
Bad money no cab money can't let everybody loan credit
Had the 745 with the feet now you got the boot see you blown credit
Heard you left town now you can't come back around, lost home credit
God said that you reap what you sow guess you ain't really sown credit
If I text you and you call back and I don't pick up, no phone credit
If can't nobody really vouch for you I don't know you ain't got no known credit
(That's honest)
Watch your mouth little boy check how you talk you ain't got no grown credit
People out here stealing cards trying to hit the store with that clone credit.
Let it breath (Credit)
Let it breath (Credit)
Let it breath (Credit)
Let it breath (Credit)

My sauce drip too hard not to get the credit (Sauce dripping)
Came way too far not to get the credit (Way too far)
I gave too many bars not to get the credit
I'm tripping man God blessed me too hard he get the credit
Yeah credit to get street credit get a ____ belt and them rifles (Credit)
To get God's credit got to lose yourself, that's lypo (Credit)
Everybody trying to up the credit score that's FICO
Trying to keep that balance on that bank account, tight rope
Honest
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English

Banks used to red line districts
Treated mine like some lying misfits
They ain't give us no loan
Couldn't get a home even though we like the listing
No credit from the bank, get it from the street, people start dying and missing
1996 time in Richmond
Spending way too much time in kitchens
Lord help the people, those who sell the evil
Those who felt the needle, those that's lying and dying in the fetal
After they think that they're flying with the eagles, higher than a steeple
Never backed up a big Mack truck but still trying to pump the high-test diesel
I'm a change that for my people
I'm a be the bank
I'm a be the bank (That's honest)

My Sauce drip too hard not to get the credit (Sauce dripping)
Came way too far not to get the credit (Way too far)
I gave too many bars not to get the credit
I'm tripping man God blessed me too hard he get the credit
Yeah credit, to get street credit get a ____ belt and them rifles (Credit)
To get God's credit got to lose yourself, that's lypo (Credit)
Everybody trying to up the credit score that's FICO
Trying to keep that balance on that bank account, tight rope

Went hard for the green came up short that's subpar credit
Never quit even though I started over with the pennies in the jar credit
Had a large tab I ain't have to pay it, these rhymes gave me bar credit
Got towed had to steal my own ride back I ain't have no car credit
Bad money no cab money can't let everybody loan credit
Had the 745 with the feet now you got the boot see you blown credit
Heard you left town now you can't come back around, lost home credit
God said that you reap what you sow guess you ain't really sown credit
If I text you and you call back and I don't pick up, no phone credit
If can't nobody really vouch for you I don't know you ain't got no known credit
(That's honest)
Watch your mouth little boy check how you talk you ain't got no grown credit
People out here stealing cards trying to hit the store with that clone credit.
Let it breath (Credit)
Let it breath (Credit)
Let it breath (Credit)
Let it breath (Credit)

My sauce drip too hard not to get the credit (Sauce dripping)
Came way too far not to get the credit (Way too far)
I gave too many bars not to get the credit
I'm tripping man God blessed me too hard he get the credit
Yeah credit to get street credit get a ____ belt and them rifles (Credit)
To get God's credit got to lose yourself, that's lypo (Credit)
Everybody trying to up the credit score that's FICO
Trying to keep that balance on that bank account, tight rope
Honest
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Writer: Anthony McGlone
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