Lyrics:
Certified Wise in the house tonight
(Certified Wise!)
Oi, When I say Certified you say Wise we say
Certified! (Wise!)
Certified! (Wise!)
The Certified have
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
Word? Nah, in truth I've just been in my house (Shit)
Spending most my time here, sitting round, chilling out
Stressing on the album, I just want to get
with his dried out art supplies
What they taught was lies, cause I just stay lost and cry
Inside day and night, watch time pass me by
Freedom became
at your mami games house
And every now and then I just pass by and get it
(Tsipib) aha hey wena
Aha hey wena (Ekse Tsibip)
Aha hey wena
U tla shwa hey wena
I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he
and beams, no
Them is not my props (The fuck?)
'Cause we got Dracs, AR-15s
Knock a bitch out her socks (Boom, boom)
Stand over a bitch and empty
The clip 'til
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
song though?
Or at her house when MTV first showed my face
That clip was crazy, I swear it felt like we won the lotto
But a million bucks can't buy
Could have Guitars that I have never played,
Every Elvis album ever made.
I got the cars, I should learn to drive
Could have a house that would blow
house my bills,
These fuckers know the deal,
Cause they're all paid by me (tell me T)
I got my own money, and I
Ain't looking for no footballers
So if you
couldn't ignore this kid
Because his music was actually so good
And so influenced by that kind like sample-based house
Er and boombap sort of stuff that's
"konwencji rap" coś nawinę, czy w to wierzę
W międzyczasie wraz z Wiśniowym zaproszeni przez O.S.T.R.'ego
Na jego drugą płytę lecz tam nie ma nas, dlaczego?
your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
Something 'bout it felt like home somehow, and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
mistake no blame me bros
Blame the kind alert wey dey enter my inbox
Tongue blue account blue what are we talking
E can never b red Davido cousin Abeg
come by I get surprised
Although you fuck me up sometimes
And every time I wake up with a happy birthday cake and surprise from my friends
It used suck
hold it no more
Gonna write it all down
Single songs to a album
A little chaotic may sound
Most of the time I'm a loner
But imma spit out further than
on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger
The 44
from her kid she was pre paid- then hung her son on a tree til he decayed- then raped her daughter in front of her dad was afraid- great granny house
Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth
Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still
the house
"Well what's this talk about
You acting all crazy?
They say you getting Hollywood"
Shit, fuck them, pay me
"I'm saying
You won't even collab with
Sickness is far away from us
Houses cars money long life and prosperity
Is a passion in Jesus name Amen
Thank you mama, rise up
In a society where all
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