Certified

Up front, Akon and Glasses, uh huh

Konvict Music

Akon and Glasses, uh huh

Niggas spit fairy tales, G issue the facts

Not Jeezy, but I sold my fair issue of crack

Not Weezy, but Malone got that hustler's music

And them hustlers use it, serve customers to it

Went from 2 to 3 hundred, got the Mexicans down

Hundred Crips, hundred Bloods, hundred Mexicans now

Hundred round in the clip, man who wanna get done

With the new West Pres on these A-Town drums

With the new West Pres, daddy calling the plays

And we sacking wack rappers, niggas call it a day

Down South call 'em choppers, home call it a K

Either way, ambulances come and haul 'em away

It's Blue Division bitch, I'm the soul of the crew

Hundred girls on my heels like the sole of my shoe

Got two up in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Kon break it on down and deliver the hook

I ain't for all that beefing

Got niggas to bust your head for no reason

Ask around the streets, man I'm certified

Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all that beefing

Matter of fact, I'm tryna chill with the squeezing

Ask around the hood, man I'm certified

Now I hate to have to put a bullet in ya mind

Got the Bloods on my team, who gon' fuck with cuz?

I'm heavy in the streets, nigga fuck the club

I make G's bounce and wanna buck the snub

Taking down everything, you spending bucks to plug

I was just a little pissed I didn't sign with Jay

Mill plus, couple months, feeling fine today

Mill plus, couple blunts, they say he running the hood

And I'm laughing at you rap niggas running from Suge

Talk greasy on your record, stop pushing me ho

Face to face, turn bitch, you little pussies explode

You a mark, I'm a G, so when you pop your checks

You can buy any car, but not the streets respect

One of few gangsta rappers that the streets respect

And plaques and nothing less is what the streets expect

Got two up in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Kon break it on down and deliver the hook

I ain't for all that beefing

Got niggas to bust your head for no reason

Ask around the streets, man I'm certified

Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all that beefing

Matter of fact, I'm tryna chill with the squeezing

Ask around the hood, man I'm certified

Now I hate to have to put a bullet in ya mind

Wassup little mama, wassup?

Wassup little mama, wassup?

Wassup little mama, wassup?

You won't find another nigga spitting easier shit

I'm hot on the West, hot in the South

Fuck bars, nigga hot for putting Glocks in your mouth

Fuck bars, this the flow, so easy and smooth

Charismatic on the mic, like Eazy and Cube

No attitude though, fuck stopping the grind

No whitey in my mix, homie robbing me blind

Go hyphy in this bitch, only problem is time

Cause my Bentley watch broke, but got the properish shine

In the base model 5, but the salon

Once I made back ends, it's the Maybach Benz

Got two up in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook

Now Kon break it on down and deliver the hook

I ain't for all that beefing

Got niggas to bust your head for no reason

Ask around the streets, man I'm certified

Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all that beefing

Matter of fact, I'm tryna chill with the squeezing

Ask around the hood, man I'm certified

Now I hate to have to put a bullet in ya mind

Yeah, wassup with it

It's your nigga, G-L-A-double dollar

Sign, Eastside Malone motherfucker

And I'm hanging with my homeboy DJ Salty Nutz

That's how we get down nigga

187.4, W-Balls