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Berner
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The Plug
[Intro]
Berner, what up, nigga?
It's that urban farmer shit
Start driving slow in a fast car
Burn the weed, and zip underneath the sea, the sea
Oh, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
I'm drinking two bottles at the same damn time
Placing artists and can't even finish all of it
No fruit in my loop, no hoes in my crew
No pause in my chain, my car got no roof
Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot
Probably heard some things about me man ain't all of them true
But how we came from nothing to something
Niggers eased up in the game, I just jumped in
Our 16, selling cds and hustling
Had the mother fucker niggas, not the trusting
Made the way, so now they're treating me like royalty
And fuck the money, niggas riding over loyalty
But when it come to money, I'm all about it so to speak
But all for my dogs, I'd do anything for my queen
Four eyes rest I'm living the dream
Wake up the marble on the floor, heated toilet seats
I'm balling hard, you should enjoy the seats
I bet this hundred thousand cash is all you believe
Then if you work hard, then this is what you could earn,
As the kush burns, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Fresh peek from the hills, red eight inch heels
And my new bitch, she brought me up big face bills
And my chevrolet dizzy, you all know how it feels
To lose a mil two months, shit's way to real!
I saw my mom last night one hell of a dream
She told me keep your head up and follow your dream
Empty bottles of lean and white cups in the hand
Looking half dead zebra, I don't try to understand
I brought louis cause I can, I brought 84 grams
And only fuck the bitches that put money in my hand
I'm playing hundred dollar hands 24k at the palms
And drink all day, long and throw some dank in the bar
And my whip is too clean, I bet they're hating the bar
I throw two shots back without chasing it all
I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me, dog
And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club
I throw fifty pack on the back of the truck
And get a crazy rush when I get to rap in the mud
No fingerprints, bought a fresh package of gloves
I'm blowing bud in the club, come fuck with the plug
[Verse 3]
I stay mother fucking bitches, baby give me the cash
I'm still haunted by my past, bullets shuddered the glass
Them shells on the floor, caught up with 'em fast
I'm watching time flying coat tuck tight in this stash
My own hand told me slow down for a crash
I'm trying to listen, but I'm living like tonight is my last
And my own black fist drinking ready to shoot
And the coop is so dough, I don't know what to do
And the crib is so big, I can't get to my room
I crashed out on the couch, and my jeans and my shoes
Drinking booze in the afternoon, smoking on hash
Two hits of the deck but I'm going off racks
Cartier frames and my five o ones
I'm in the slums with the millionaire, high and drunk
They try to stay tight in with the high unplugged
I'm like a king with his weed bitch, I am but
Six slugs in my 38, I told lil momma go and get our money straight
I told Wiz break the weed down and I roll up a shameless
And watch fools run away when we finally blaze it
I'm so high!
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