- Young Scooter Certified Vet 歌詞
- Young Scooter
- [Intro]
Yeah (Yung Lan on the track)
It's a must I keep it real, you know
That's how I came up (Pharaoh, why you had to do it to 'em?)
(Hundred bands for a kilo, ni***)
[Chorus]
I'm in the studio right now, ni***, me, By, and Pimp
They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath
I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left
Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
Because them fake street ni***s send 'em to your step
They givin' ni***s twenty years for that gang you rep
That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect
Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet
[Verse 1]
I never had a nine-to-five or sold a nine for five
For five years they took my license, but I still drive
Trafficking four-four, whatever to survive
My lil' cousin caught a forty, that's a long ride
I drove to IO by myself, yeah, that's a long drive
I made like forty-five within four hours time
I stayed in over-grind, and now I over-shine
Road runner, I done crossed every state line
[Pre-Chorus]
Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets
Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don't want me to eat
And I ain't been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep
The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me
[Chorus]
I'm in the studio right now, ni***, me, By, and Pimp
They know that I 'ma keep it real until my last breath
I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left
Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
Because them fakestreet ni***s send 'em to your step
They givin' ni***s twenty years for that gang you rep
That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect
Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet
[Verse 2]
I went down to zero and now I'm smarter with money
Now I got a couple tickets, I ain't gon' f*** up this money
I went on a lick with Ticket when I was struggling, hungry
I look at you as a lick if I don't consider you my homie
This the streets and ni ***s feel the same way about me
I'm a beast, you a leech, you tryna triple cross me
You a B, he a C, and I'm just BMG
I told the label I'm writin' my contract if you wanna sign me
[Pre-Chorus]
Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets
Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don 't want me to eat
And I ain't been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep
The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me
[Chorus]
I'm in the studio right now, ni***, me, By, and Pimp
They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath
I see the police to the right so I 'ma bust a left
Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there
Because them fake street ni***s send 'em to your step
They givin' ni***s twenty years for that gang you rep
That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect
Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet
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