Lyrics 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
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

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