Young Scooter

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 Letras de cancionesThe 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' fuck 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 From Letras Mania