Certified Vet

Yeah (Yung Lan on the track)

It's a must I keep it real, you know

That's how I came up (Pharaoh, why you had to do it to 'em?)

(Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga)

I'm in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp

They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath

I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left

Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there

Because them fake street niggas send 'em to your step

They givin' niggas twenty years for that gang you rep

That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect

Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet

I never had a nine-to-five or sold a nine for five

For five years they took my license, but I still drive

Trafficking four-four, whatever to survive

My lil' cousin caught a forty, that's a long ride

I drove to IO by myself, yeah, that's a long drive

I made like forty-five within four hours time

I stayed in over-grind, and now I over-shine

Road runner, I done crossed every state line

Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets

Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don't want me to eat

And I ain't been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep

The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me

I'm in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp

They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath

I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left

Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there

Because them fake street niggas send 'em to your step

They givin' niggas twenty years for that gang you rep

That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect

Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet

I went down to zero and now I'm smarter with money

Now I got a couple tickets, I ain't gon' f*ck up this money

I went on a lick with Ticket when I was struggling, hungry

I look at you as a lick if I don't consider you my homie

This the streets and niggas feel the same way about me

I'm a beast, you a leech, you tryna triple cross me

You a B, he a C, and I'm just BMG

I told the label I'm writin' my contract if you wanna sign me

Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets

Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don't want me to eat

And I ain't been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep

The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me

I'm in the studio right now, nigga, me, By, and Pimp

They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath

I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left

Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there

Because them fake street niggas send 'em to your step

They givin' niggas twenty years for that gang you rep

That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect

Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet