Lyrics to Extra Credit
Yeah
Yeah
Holdup
It ain’t easy breaking away or being a great
They slamming the door, I’m jumping the gate
‘Cause a starving stomach like being punched in the face
And a instrumental was the last time that I ate
Full from all of the bass
My ace boon goon Big Sant told me ‘bout the game
20 years later muthafuckas know my name
King crown me lounge in the back of the spot
Pay homage to a underground peasant climbed to the top
Funny style niggas on elevators could never fadе us
I peep [?] any time they congratulate us
Gogglеs is worn and bottles is popping
I’m Deion Sanders on haters that’s ice bucket dropping
Over they head wit it, extra the cred wit it
You either fight or flight I ain’t one for the ledge living
I do it for the ones that died [?]
With soul food flows that stocked my bare kitchen
I’m liberated
I drew up plays that they ain’t illustrated
I make a move, they gladly imitate it
Bitch I ain’t flattered, I’m a dragon to your paper castle
The alpha and omega, promise it ain’t nothing after
A new beginning
My catalog like James Earl Jones the ever-living
Imagine if I didn’t make beats, that’s more for killing
Imagine if you come from the south out my city
You probably wouldn’t make it, “Oh yeah?” yeah really
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam, I go extra for the... cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the... way
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
Ain’t no mileage or foreign [dollars?] can figure
The road I traveled [?] probably baffled a nigga
Labels scribble on paper, they wanna shackle a nigga
I own my masters and royalties, you can’t raffle a nigga
Wrist drip like a mango, fingertips like I’m Thanos
Knocking doors down no bangles, pimp without a Kangol
Tailor-made, walk with a limp
Them bands is heavy, I need a brace
I am money, I guess the world is just a safe
Combination needed, not a coke a key it
I’m the extra lighter on the dresser bitch I know you need it
Smoking out the competition, pourin’ up we undefeated
Fuck what you heard, what you heard ‘less you heard we eating
Talking ‘bout extra with a splash, extra acting bad
Pull up like Pirellis on they ass, extra with the slab
Paid what it cost for the tag, extra with the bag
Young Krizzle king, better add extra under that
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam, I go extra for the... cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the... way
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
Yeah
Holdup
It ain’t easy breaking away or being a great
They slamming the door, I’m jumping the gate
‘Cause a starving stomach like being punched in the face
And a instrumental was the last time that I ate
Full from all of the bass
My ace boon goon Big Sant told me ‘bout the game
20 years later muthafuckas know my name
King crown me lounge in the back of the spot
Pay homage to a underground peasant climbed to the top
Funny style niggas on elevators could never fadе us
I peep [?] any time they congratulate us
Gogglеs is worn and bottles is popping
I’m Deion Sanders on haters that’s ice bucket dropping
Over they head wit it, extra the cred wit it
You either fight or flight I ain’t one for the ledge living
I do it for the ones that died [?]
With soul food flows that stocked my bare kitchen
I’m liberated
I drew up plays that they ain’t illustrated
I make a move, they gladly imitate it
Bitch I ain’t flattered, I’m a dragon to your paper castle
The alpha and omega, promise it ain’t nothing after
A new beginning
My catalog like James Earl Jones the ever-living
Imagine if I didn’t make beats, that’s more for killing
Imagine if you come from the south out my city
You probably wouldn’t make it, “Oh yeah?” yeah really
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam, I go extra for the... cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the... way
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
Ain’t no mileage or foreign [dollars?] can figure
The road I traveled [?] probably baffled a nigga
Labels scribble on paper, they wanna shackle a nigga
I own my masters and royalties, you can’t raffle a nigga
Wrist drip like a mango, fingertips like I’m Thanos
Knocking doors down no bangles, pimp without a Kangol
Tailor-made, walk with a limp
Them bands is heavy, I need a brace
I am money, I guess the world is just a safe
Combination needed, not a coke a key it
I’m the extra lighter on the dresser bitch I know you need it
Smoking out the competition, pourin’ up we undefeated
Fuck what you heard, what you heard ‘less you heard we eating
Talking ‘bout extra with a splash, extra acting bad
Pull up like Pirellis on they ass, extra with the slab
Paid what it cost for the tag, extra with the bag
Young Krizzle king, better add extra under that
I go extra to be great
I go extra for the fam, I go extra for the... cake
I got extras on the plate
I go extra every day, I got extras on the... way
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
How much?
Extra extra
