Songtexte certified a for the grains (i'm swerving) - Christxphvr

It's Christxphvr

Certified A for the grains
I'on even know what I'm sayin'
Cooking on the floats of the plane
Toking on the smoke of my pain
But I don't wanna choke on the flames
I don't wanna joke like a lame for the fame
Back in the day I just wanted to game
Now I just hop on the track and I spray
Ownin' the shit with a smile on my face
If I had a dollar for the thoughts in my brain
I would have a dollar for a dollar everyday
Droppin' and pullin' the Ks
I know my worth and I fit in my lane, ayy

But I'm swervin', I'mma hit you
Run you off the fuckin' road
Yeah, you bet you I ain't miss you, uhn
Certified A for the grains
Yes I do know what I'm sayin'
I will be throwin' the flames
Thinkin' on all of the plains
Choking on none of it, man
I'm swervin'
I'm a fuckin' missile
Toe like I'm gon kiss you
No, but I won't fuckin' miss you

I'm comin' with all of it, I won't be leavin' none
I'm takin' everything, this is another one
Back on my bullshit I'm hit with the uppercuts
I'm scared of the lower ones, they really rile me up
I'm finna come and get
Diminish the competition every single time I'm spittin'
I'm back in the the fuckin' building
Nobody can even step to me
'Cause all these other motherfuckers they are dead to me
They owe debt to me, yeah, that's cool
But I might be the best MC to ever spit this shit fool fuck shit
I don't give a shit but I fuck shit
Fuck, shit
Fuck up your function
I'm dunkin' like donuts
You want it, I chose it
I'm copping the bonus
I'm making more music with bros like a Jonas
I already called it, you ain't need to phone us
A phoney fucker better stay as a loner
Money coming in here like a boner
Printing paper with low toner
I could afford a better order
I'll admit I cut up some corners

Sw-swervin', but I won't fuckin' hit you
I might need some tissues
Oh, you know I've got some issues
Yeah, I'm swervin'
I can't try to fix you
I don't want no issues
I just find it hard to miss you
Certified A for the grains
I wish that you knew what I'm sayin'
I hate that you toke on my pain
But you just gon choke on the flames
And I'on't know who I should blame
So I'm swervin', just to dodge your questions
This time I'm done investin'
And we're past the point of testin'
Yeah, I'm swerving

Chrisy