Lyrics
ah certified hustla, ah certified g, certified streets, blowing that certified weed, it got me gon boy, got me in ah zone boy, gotta be on top of this game, so watch out for them jump out boyz,boy, stack my doe up, like we playing tetris, diamonds in my ears nigga, not in my necklace, so check it, tweezy on the track, he's wreckless, flows sick cuz i'm affected, listen to the message, i get my doe off that white and green, niggaz know ahead of time, when these boyz hit the scene, fiends stop, and then they go,back for more, come and get them rocks and blows.
iont no bout u, but imma stay duggy, head to toe, no Cali, but blowing that chi-town dro, u know, thats how them boyz do shit on my side, nigga all that wrong talk, its not gonna ride, cuz when its time to man up, somebody gon be fucked, and if yo man run up, his head also getting lumped, chump, u looing for us, we right here in these fucking streets, halloween type shit, be giving them fiends they treats, my shit not just only october 31st, imma everyday man, niggaz be loving the 3rd and 1st, but the mic to me is like a fucking attic, cuz ah nigga cant go wit out it, i gotta have it, u aint down wit me, then fuck ya, cuz imma certified hustla.
