Lyrics:
I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin
from kings
Raised by the queens
Pushers serving feigns
Leaving bodies on the scene
Prostitutes blouses
Red dice bouncin'
Broken crack houses that
know what it felt like back in '91
And at 3:25, that's when my pops known to drive
Somebody said I should look for a house out in Oceanside
I'm from OPM,
multitasking
We drop concepts that captivate and grab ‘em
By the time you lay one verse
We recorded a whole album
Two or three projects, man
That’s a week’s
of acts get signed
And when the album comes out everyone says
"Aw man, take that record off, don't waste my time"
Due to that fact, I went for mine
I
Certified Wise in the house tonight
(Certified Wise!)
Oi, When I say Certified you say Wise we say
Certified! (Wise!)
Certified! (Wise!)
The Certified have
of sittin' in the dank house steady inhalin' somethin'
So I snatched you up, put you at the right place at the right time
Open mic night at the club, with
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
the first house on the left
And get it, got it good
You made it, I knew you would
We got them drinks up in the back and them chic-key's looking good
Hold
large checks
Casue we skiddly-dip-dip-do-dep dip dip for effects
Brothers think I'm dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album
a house or a tree
I never did become an exotic dancer, or a
customer service representative
I never took the pulse of a dying duck,
or gave mouth
dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album, kid, you'll see all the flicks
But no! You'd rather feel my movie just to cold me
So I was boning
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
song though?
Or at her house when MTV first showed my face
That clip was crazy, I swear it felt like we won the lotto
But a million bucks can't buy
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
house my bills,
These fuckers know the deal,
Cause they're all paid by me (tell me T)
I got my own money, and I
Ain't looking for no footballers
So if you
Could have Guitars that I have never played,
Every Elvis album ever made.
I got the cars, I should learn to drive
Could have a house that would blow
want expensive champagne
No cheap shit on rocks
The wind from Miami, park right by the docks
They say, they say
Be careful what you wish for
They say,
[Verse]
Awaken me to the fall of a man
Rise of a beast
Head legs and feet
Animated by a little electricity
Judge with your eyes but neglect what you
couldn't ignore this kid
Because his music was actually so good
And so influenced by that kind like sample-based house
Er and boombap sort of stuff that's
yeah
You can stay here or leave, yeah
I ain't talkin' Tylenol
More water than Niagara Falls
Sold codeine outta mama house
When they turn the lights
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