Xytik - Certified

Ayy
What you tryna say you get nada
Blow you out the way like I'm a granada
It's doomsday it's the price you pay for getting in my way
It's okay get on my resume just another one put away
Ay
Armed with a lot
Certified bitches tryna rob
I can't blame 'em it's not their fault
I'm someone they can never top
Yeah
Pick up the pace
Many of you forgot that this shit's a race
There ain't really a lot of you that's why I get space
How is it being in last place that's a closed case
Go and buy pills
I don't need the feels
And that's a fact
I'on need trips
That shit only kills
Let me guess
Many of you in the hills
Flexing blue bills
Are just as
Insecure as teens
Posting AMV's
On their stories
This the shit that got all of your feelings singing Rey
No pity for motherfuckers who only here for a payday
Why would I care about what you tryna say
Don't care about someone who's gonna go in an ashtray
Now I'm so cold
Never mind chills
Never mind millies but whoever got my bills
Gonna get a beating for giving me thrills
No spills only skills those are my wills
What if I don't want the fame
Just want the name
Don't want it all
Cause rappers forget they ways whenever they get a
Ayy
What you tryna say you get nada
Blow you out the way like I'm a granada
It's doomsday it's the price you pay for getting in my way
It's okay get on my resume just another one put away
Ay
Armed with a lot
Certified bitches tryna rob
I can't blame 'em it's not their fault
I'm someone they can never top
I don't wanna make you dazed
I don't wanna turn the page
I just wanna show to your face
That I'm a
Legend with no praise
Yeah but let me guess
Got all this craze
But it's only a phase
All of your music been shared and pushed
I'm the one telling you to shush
Hiding yo problems to seem ok
Exactly just like Bush
Getting the pays
Those are the days
And now's not safe
Cause your puppet
Can't be any more fake
Can't sing about shit if the song isn't about hoes
You're corniness in its physical form and I mean it from head to toe
Trash I don't need yo contacts or your cash
I'm a silent killer with a 'tash
Mo black mamba Sheck Wes
Homicide in that sense
I'm a sinner in the flesh
Cash 'boutta crash
A new legend so fresh
Came in like a dash
Eventually we had to clash
But they run out of lyrics
But I got a lotta music in the stash
Now I'm winning
What if I don't want the fame
Just want the name
Don't want it all
Cause rappers forget they ways whenever they get a
Ayy
What you tryna say you get nada
Blow you out the way like I'm a granada
It's doomsday it's the price you pay for getting in my way
It's okay get on my resume just another one put away
Ay
Armed with a lot
Certified bitches tryna rob
I can't blame 'em it's not their fault
I'm someone they can never top
Armed with a lot
Certified bitches tryna rob
I can't blame 'em it's not their fault
I'm someone they can never top

Written by:
Ruben Abreu

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