Well, I was shopping for a new car, which one's me?

A cool convertible or an SUV? Too bad I didn't know my credit was wack.

'Cause now I'm driving down the lot in a used sub-compact.

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Saw their ads on my TV. Thought about going, but was too lazy.

Now, instead of looking fly and rollin phat, my legs are sticking to the vinyl, and my posse's getting laughed at.

F-R-E-E, that spells free. Credit report dot com baby

throwing for 50 cent skins :D