Legacy Berner
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(Gotti)
“I’ll always be me, I’ll always be a one-of-a-kind, ‘til the day I die”
“I haven’t changed, they’d love me to change
‘Til the day they carry down the fucking bodybag”
(Berner)
Cash trying to reach me, I’m blind to the bullshit
Stevie, Wonder why they all so greedy
Pussy, Money, Weed
I’m slapping young Weezy
Go, I could move a thousand bags easy
If they 464 you know I grab them from the top
No smokin’ on the way back, until we make the drop
I threw the chef a stack, tonight I wanted Greek
And a six-bedroom home, I just flew in for a week
They trеat me like royalty but loyalty is rare
Dissolvеd another partnership
And I don’t even care (I don’t give a fuck)
Fuck drama, more commas
Fried fish at Katanas, Fresh batch of Berny-hanas
I’m thinking in a sauna, and playing Frank Sinatra
Before we sit down, you gon’ have to make an offer
I chase M’s like I used to chase a hundred K
I told little homies put the guns away
They roam the streets like a runaway
You never touch the cake
I’m old school like my OGs out in Queens
Money bustin’ out e’ry pocket in my jeans
“I’ll always be me, I’ll always be a one-of-a-kind, ‘til the day I die”
“I haven’t changed, they’d love me to change
‘Til the day they carry down the fucking bodybag”
(Berner)
Cash trying to reach me, I’m blind to the bullshit
Stevie, Wonder why they all so greedy
Pussy, Money, Weed
I’m slapping young Weezy
Go, I could move a thousand bags easy
If they 464 you know I grab them from the top
No smokin’ on the way back, until we make the drop
I threw the chef a stack, tonight I wanted Greek
And a six-bedroom home, I just flew in for a week
They trеat me like royalty but loyalty is rare
Dissolvеd another partnership
And I don’t even care (I don’t give a fuck)
Fuck drama, more commas
Fried fish at Katanas, Fresh batch of Berny-hanas
I’m thinking in a sauna, and playing Frank Sinatra
Before we sit down, you gon’ have to make an offer
I chase M’s like I used to chase a hundred K
I told little homies put the guns away
They roam the streets like a runaway
You never touch the cake
I’m old school like my OGs out in Queens
Money bustin’ out e’ry pocket in my jeans
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