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Honda

from Social Credit System by Neef

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Fuck the cheesey hooks ...

Let me talk to you
I been on fire
Spitting heater after heater
Word to Mona Lisa
Came up out the dirt
Now we sitting at the bleacher
Lifting up her skirt
This game
It will change yah
Have you meeting stranger
Some showing love
Some niggas wanna hang yah
So I move alone
Cause The love is never real
Never falling off cause I always keep it real
If you been boss
Then you know how hunger feel
I might get back
But for now imma
Chill
Talk to my queens
Teach em how to build
If I had a son
I would show him how to kill
Cause niggas act tough
Till you show em how it feel.
Walk with a thug
Toating the steal
And I came from the ghetto
So I know how to steel

Motherfucker


This ain’t for a benz or a truck
Ride with a nigga in Honda Accord
Hand on my tool
While I’m breaking the law
Send shots
Double back
It’s on when it’s war
-—.

I don’t need a team to let mine off
Violate
You’ll get a dying date
With your dogs
I could rap like I’m fresh out the psycho ward
Or I could kill niggas
You ain’t know physco boy
And that bitch ain’t fly
You got on Micheal kors
And yo niggas ain’t loyal
They all type of whores
I don’t Fuxk with
No niggas that’s puss
Cook these niggas like Chinese restaurants
Dogs and puss
I don’t show love
Why cause these niggas is fake
I don’t hold grudge why
Too much food on my plate
Nuggas could hate
But faggot get that look off your face
I been down for a minute
Now I’m back on my feet

Sneaking dissing ain’t good for you
I opens door
Little nigga what’s good with you
You feeling poor
Strugggle with daddy issue
And your momma was a whore
Niggas feeling some way
Cause I’m bullying the boy

Fuck am suppose to do now
Feeling the pressure
Screw how
Niggas feeling like bitches
I’m treating them like a new born


A soldier
Never leave the battle field
I pray to god
I never learn how
Catching led feels
I’m from the town
No not Oakland
Gunhill chill
Many died
Many peeking out from cold steel
Baby mothers
Left alone
With the whole bill
Saying prayers
Ain’t helping
We need doctor Phil
But we black
White America
Ain’t tryin hear it
They think we all
Living great like Tyler perry
That’s another topic
Transparent shit is kinda scary
I pray Mary
John the Baptist
Lord forgive daily
Appreciate it
How I talk to you is so amazing
You never play me
Ask my question
And you never say shit.
God Congratulations
I finally made it.
The Most hTed.







If you knew better you would
Never fuck with mine,
I could shoot the five
But I’m better with the 9

Neef ah bitch
Im suppose to touch cheddar
A lot of niggas hate
Change they faith like they Betha

This game
It will change yah
Have you meeting stranger
Some showing love
Some niggas wanna hang yah
So I move alone
Cause The love is never real
Never falling off cause I always keep it real
If you been boss
Then you know how hunger feel
I might get back
But for now imma
Chill

Smoke blunts too the face
Like I’m holidays styles
And punch punks in their face
If they try to act wild
This ain’t New York it’s ct
I moved from New York to ct
Somewhere sweet low on HD
You can’t see they don’t love you
But I’m jay z
Talk that fly shit
But y’all do t get it till I’m swazzzy

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from Social Credit System, track released February 14, 2019
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