The Credits

[Intro] [Shawn Chrys] I got all these hoes stepping like they Deltas My fine flow is first class, nigga, Delta My wine ho is 40 plus, nigga, Stella My Latin ho be causing dramas like Novellas But I be in that Tony Stark shit Audi when I park shit I can smell your breath from here It's obvious you talk shit Hi, I'm not the best this year Ya'll be talking dog shit And every time I spit a classic verse they be like, "Aww shit" Niggas asking me for beats Homie I don't give a fuck All my fucking beats for me Ya'll ain't even trill enough Numbers never lie to a nigga, but people do often And that's why you'll never see a number in a coffin So rest in peaces All you fucking Christinas My bitches be doing lines then jetting like Mr. Revis She giving me butt and head so ain't no way that I'm Beavis I smoke more than I say, so ain't no way that I'm Jesus Vegetarians, ain't no way that you can meet us Unless you bitches Hungarian, ain't no way you can greet us now I'm getting paid bitch, and I ain't sharing any I'm rolling up in my Benz like Wheelchair Jimmy We poppin' bottles to ourselves Ya'll be sharing Remy I only eat a couple women, but prepare plenty Some raw, some well done My bitch look like Oprah but still be having that Gayle fun Now adjusting to the fame fast Hope it don't take away best friend like I'm Dame Dash I be moving train fast, looking like a fucking BART Every time I hit the club I'm dunking like a fucking Spur Ya'll be on that bullshit, rapping about that tool shit All white GT M6 I call that bitch my cool whip I was always laughed at Never was I laughed with So on Grammy night I will be sitting with a bad bitch OMG a bad bitch, yeah LMFAO STFU IDGAF boy if you didn't know All my niggas ride with me, looking like a carpool Baby you can lap it with my nigga if the car full, ha See I'm a trainer, your boyfriend's a trainee ? Centinela, fighting streets like I'm Zangief I don't give a fuck what ya'll be on Cause I'm the fucking Dream Olajuwon So why you acting so silly Since I'm the dream then please have My baby Christina Mili My chain is looking so chilly Outdated like Mrs. Willy By Willy I mean that rapper turned actor who's worth a billi When Usher was fucking chilly I made my first trip to Philly Then sprinted to New York City in hopes of signing a dealy My nigga Harlem Cash, his manager's name was Vinny Vinny was talking shit, but now Vinny he work at Denny's So, uh, fuck you bitch So much money for one nigga, I'm too rich So many bitches I be wishing I had two dicks Instead I'm blessed with one that's longer than a pool stick I'm in that cleaned up Range, on them G'ed up thangs We at the leagues while you saving up for P.F. Changs Girl, hop up in this truck You know what's up You remind me of my ex so I'm hoping to fuck And then baby we could have a baby on some ? My offspring see more green than golf swings We in the back of the limo trying to consumate She ain't giving up shit, I guess she constipated Uh, bet you ain't know that I was this cold You niggas dick ride, I get my dick rode Uh, now, now watch how I shine As I present to you Silent Films for the Blind, motherfucker [Outro]