Lyrics:
I'm all about mine all the time
I'm certified in the streets mane
Tryna grind hard 'til a nigga shine
I'm certified in the streets mane
I'm all about
and a couple of artists
c five star chef and security guarded
Then you gonna see me on the screen in the Garden
Problems and No solutions, Problems and No
Big monsters held a lot of the threat
They were made only money
The myth of security collapsed
But they are not easy to demolition
No Solution
No
Certified real nigga and you a hater
Tell your bitch to call me up I want that pussy later
Baby lend me some sugar Like im your neighbor
Baby fuck
think we should remind 'em (look)
G.i. Certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived
motivation
Just give me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century
You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William
motivation
Just give me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century
You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William
an unmeasurable amount of security
Knowing my God acknowledges me
As if each drop of rain is aimed toward me
My Lord thanks for life thanks for my rain
My Lord
certified by GIA
They can talk a lot, but swear to god it ain't bout pape
Wockhardt color grape, I been sipping eight for eight
My closet got gorillas, bitch
Flames fanned, who needs to understand
Waiting just to collapse half board in Yucatan
Security in a oppression
Shouting down impending suggestion
Feels
rule, conformity becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon against human development.
Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance
the problem, ok, I'm going to show you how you're causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just,
of elevators "They're all dirty"
Phoneheads began to speak "You can't trust anybody"
But security couldn't get her down
She was welded to the eagle's beak
of elevators "They're all dirty"
Phoneheads began to speak "You can't trust anybody"
But security couldn't get her down
She was welded to the eagle's beak
any city, they say I'm that guy (that guy)
I done counted yen and euros, I'm worldwide (worldwide)
Top of the buildin', smokin' certified (certified
a loft I am a boss, certified baby I don't gotta know the cost yet
Why the hell you always think a nigga flossing
Why the hell you always comment because
my side, lickle wiggle and whine
Just how its supposed to be
My chicks down to ride, yeah she's certified
And I keep her close to me
Hold up, wait
I
me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century
Girl we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
I'm a twentieth
Sie trinkt kein Wasser, nur Dirty Sprite (Sprite)
Sie ist 'ne Bad Bitch certified (certified)
Bad Bitch in High Heels von Louis V
Sie schießt mit
motivation
Just give me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century
You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William
spending yea)
Chico I'm doing fine gone head and bust it down today (Gone head and bust it down today)
GIA certified ion have to worry about flaws this way
Raise the debt ceiling
Our country has this arcane concept that befuddles the mind
I'm a CPc, Certified Public cccountant in New York and I don't
Young Deezy
Gang
Bag winners YMT EDST
Let that shit be known you heard me
GB
Huh
See these certified visual diamonds
Around my neck
Watch the blow
These niggas claimin that they here but they aint saving me,
How the fuck you in my ear but you ain hearing me,
It's like solutions neva come around
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