Lyrics:
need, yeah, yeah
If it ain't good for me, yeah
How did you do this, you're professional
How did you do this, to get the way you wanna go
How did you
and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock
Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock
All of my woadies coyotes, we
Call me the serial rhyme killer
Mic-cord strangling, mangling, tangling, you in the web nigga
Your head is dangling off of your shoulders
'Cause
checked this year, but I'ma chill
I ain't gotta tell that they fake, in time, it will
When it come to being certified, I'm signed and sealed
Signed
Imagine traversing along a strand of a web. You seem to be at the edge of the strand, only to be continuing towards the next edge of the strand, in
but an apron wearing 6 inch heels
You're so loveable, beautiful, crushable, and cuffable
Professional, flexible, submissive, and sexual
Irreplaceable,
walking if you're talking the grape vine
I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand.
Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man
From
this day my people never rat or told
Posted twenty in, I'm talking fed pen
The line between us both have gained so very thin
Amongst my boys of W.E.B
public apology
An angel plotted to have organized confusion
You fell for the delusion, I'll expose the movement
Illusion
[chorus]
Professional
be long 'til
Im caught in your web of love
You're closing in like a tarantula
The silk bed you spun
Has got me twisted by your sweet venom
Your
of wicked glee
Tangled webs so carefully
Dreadful visions haunt your name
Chavez caught within the flame
Every meme a cruel design
Plotting chaos line by line
and my mans feel like we astronauts
Cause we so high from off that weed we got from new knots
Certified stimulation got me open wide
Before we slide
and my mans feel like we astronauts
Cause we so high from off that weed we got from new knots
Certified stimulation got me open wide
Before we slide
where ya girl be.
If you wanna find me.
Baby you can google me.
You ain't even gotta ask nobody bout me.
I'm certified on the internet read about it
If
Polly was moron living on the breadline
Professional victim without a cause
Woke up to the blindness and she jumped right in with automated responses
I'm being honest
You are a
Professional liar
I think it's time you retire
Cause I ain't here for that shit no more
Tell me what the fuck for
I ain't
Dukes a thang
Bitch, I'm a professional shooter, I put him in a frame
Aint you from the suburbs, lil' nigga never put in pain
Keep flexin' for
It had the profile of Lincoln
And in mint state condition
Professional Coin Grading Service-certified
I was free as a penny when I was a boy
But lost
the tongue
Clear my path and come get your captain hung
Trying to breath like black'll collapse your lungs
Young chump you could choke off the web I spun
I
a certified motherfuckin' professional player
I'm soo sick I dont spit I just vomit
Even aliens visit my show from other planet's
Ain't quitting until I'm worth
Man I'm feeling great
Just made some bands today
Then dropped the mixtape
How you feeling fam
Man I'm feeling great
Hopped on the dark web
Then bought
precision the source of energy overload
(Dethroned gods) Shutdown is permanent
(Cast out) Victory certified
(Weavers of the web) Reclaim the lost domain
(Now
fracture
Damn, professional certified madman
What? I guess you can never understand
Son, why my life's like that?
Sociopath paranoia that's my life threat
knowledge motivate me till im satisfied
So much shit that i achieved cant let you take my pride
Affiliated with the money know im certified
Gotta always win
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