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find
Baby girl I know you'll find
Oh yeah
Certified
Everything that you bring a sight you sure to find
All it is & that you want in me, return in kind

Welcome to the party, for the real niggas
Official stamp, certified with the seal on it
Gnac spilling, loud smoking pistol steel villains
Fly niggas,

it by the day 'cause
No be small thing, small thing, small thing
I know a couple niggas who made it from nothing
My vision's so large, it's double

I had a whole lot
Whole lot of friends
I fucked it up
But they pretend
That it was all me
It wasn’t them
Hold lots of pictures by my side
My wallet

obviously a boss
That Indy heat certified
Awesome jots
When I freak my beat I'm going off and nah
I don't really give a minute of attention to the tension
My

that's how you feel might as well grab that respirator
Don't by crying for yo Mamie nigga
And toast the Bel Air if you hear me nigga
Cause the money look

I'm living high all day for sure
It's a new whip, swerving
My bitch, perfect
His ain't, worth it
Diamonds, surfing
Certified stones my wrist big bussin'

Say if I die I hope my niggas ride
All my real niggas they better slide
And if I get killed by a pussy ass niggas shit make they momma cry
When you

this situation
People like me can't love and be loved in the same relation

All jokes on me, Certified Lover boy turn into a certified lover toy
Fucked

night-cap
That's poetic, I'd be stupid not to write back
Reservation get quoted by the right cats, same folks
Different colors, but you'd think we got

the birthday bitch
Shake ya ass make em think that an earthquake hit
She got the whole world sitting in her pants
You want to touch it then you better by

a certified og on God, and i got me certified client
Exploring the world like am a pilot
Why you gon steal from a nigga, and try to pretend like shordy you

reader, writer, and some phones
Go to the door with the switchie, with the drakie, by the stove
Bring me all the accounts, I just got a fresh load

That

a damn well could catch me Niggas gettin' mad Cause
Gettin' to the bag playin' the game clever Know I'm real special, uh, certified real
stepper Ayy, stay

I got motion I keep going and it just won't stop
Wake up for the love money and I don't know why
Wake up for a lil more have a lot by the night

she need a tool man
There's a problem that need fixing
So i leave the same time
When i reach down by she
I realize that my main tool missing
I say

Bitch I'm a certified fire starter
Ok ok lets go
I get moved by a bag, not bagging a hoe
When you claim laminar, but you got no flow
I got tags on my

This is BBYSTARR
(Sci-fi, WiFi)
(This is a certified hood classic)
(Trap A Holics mixtapes)
Gotta thank God I made it to LA
Thought I'd forever be

to the function couple of bands I made in Boston
They like damn how this youngin and keep dropping often
I don't play by the rules, proceeded with caution

Watch yo 6, cause I'm really boutta cook you in this diss
Are you mental? Or stupid
You had your chance and blew it
Gettin' rejected by a girl, now you

La la la la
La
Yeah
Hann
Unnn
Unnn
I just got Layed by this bad bitch Dorito
Steady texting me talking Cash App
Ho be gone
But freak on
I connect

Certified nigga making money independent
Took a dollar and a dream, making rags into riches

Project, baby, bitch, I'm really from them trenches
You don't

down like vecna,

Gotta play a key role here no extras,

Grade a certified boy don’t test us,

We’ll fill your bubble with lead,

And leave you smelling

amazin'! (amazin') 
I'm alive, I got by with my life!

Every time I look around it seem 
Like I'm in trouble, pressured by the devil.
Lord I love You