Lyrics:
To the lines at the home affairs why
This song right here
Be your death certificate
This song right here
Be your death certificate
This song right here
Be your
live, live, live
Live for a purpose no regret
Don't sit and wait for your death certificate
Wake up from a dream and do it do it do it do it do it
Live
look who it is
Burn your birth certificate
I don't give a shit like
Ohhhhh, look who it is
Imma fuck your bitch
Take your fucking kids like
Ohhhhh, look
your voice at who mussi mad boy
Your name no deh pan no certificate boy
I could never be with a fuck boy
Say me haffi set rules pan a fuck boy
Raise your
certificate of swag gets me anything I want
I don't have to wait in line, I just cut right to the front
I'm completely set for life, nothing to worry about
Now
up a life)
The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face (blue face)
It come a few ways, yeah yeah
I
by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate (yeah), got nicked with it, I'm certified (yeah)
Don't be rappin' 'bout no strap, that
I don't like to talk crazy
A lot of shit on my mind
And its driving me crazy
I just got a new baby
On the birth certificate
It say 380
Had
Yeah
Smoke one to this nigga
Niggas be dead the day they born
Martellas Penny died that day my mama and daddy signed that birth certificate
Made me
The World It was written
Ready 2 die clear vision
Beyond Reasonable Doubt
Where's my Death Certificate at
Illmatic mindset on mission
It's Me Against
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in
playin for a $20 sack of indo
And a $35 gift certificate to the Compton Swap Meet
Alright y'all bitches got thirty seconds to answer five motherfucking
there?) (hey) hey! (Hey, Mr Cop)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now"
(I rebel music)
(I rebel music)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Open country)
hey (hey, Mr Cop)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now"
(I rebel music)
(I rebel music)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Open country)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Do do
after noon
Free parking for cars not Rv's
Not Rv's
Our wedding chapel is 24 hours
No marriage certificate is needed
No marriage certificate is needed
by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate, got nicked with it, I'm certified (what?)
Free Flock, he's in the wock he got like
hardly blame you for falling asleep
Tear up your certificates
And throw them to the sea
Let’s reclaim our innocence
And live in harmony
We can leave
("I really was born at 9:29 am on nine twenty-nine)
(You think I'm lying but I'm being dead serious")
("I need to see this birth certificate
Obama
Ask for birth certificate
Bet
Fill my bank account
With commas
Cause the devil in the details
Put these people up for retail
Myopic vision they
Ningũkũhe certificate waambe ũrĩange maisha
Ona kaba ũngĩathiĩte ũhiki inĩ tũtarĩ nawe
Handũ ha niĩ ũnjĩke matharau mbere ya andũ.
Uthiĩ na angĩ kana ũikare
for this shit
Check my birth certificate
Eh lil hoe
Where you go
Check your step like check your toe
Eh lil hoe
Where you from
Where is that like send
Hmmm
Wonder Eruku Choco
Jeje mi Jeje mi I Dey my Dey lowkey I Dey fuck shit
Went to school Got my certificate
Street motun fi shey office
Omo tori eh
Nothing but your remains
And your last name written
On your certificate of death
Pain consumes your soul
Causing screams and spasms
Suffer like
the law
I just told my jeweler throw some karats on my jaw
Check my birth certificate baby I was born to ball
What you talking bout baby
Dripping like
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