Farmers Market Berner & Curren$y

[Intro: Berner]
The Farmer's Market
Yeah, off the vine
They [?] right here every time
The Farmer's Market
Cats got the game fucked up
Spray bags, fake turfs
Comin' to the farmer's market


[Verse 1: Berner]
Everyone is freaking out, cats going broke quick
Five homes, six whips, I own them, I don't hold shit
They still slap my old shit, tryna tell them I was timeless
Hella VVS diamonds, I need them UK prices
If you want work, we got small batch
And the ash white, safe full of gold, was a pharo in my past life
Let them keep preaching, but they don't get close
If we go to war, hit them where the shit hurt most
P.I.'s and P.J.'s, islands for the B-days
Mafia gifts, half a million in the briefcase
Gold watches from the boxes on the native land
They make their own laws, we working on the major plans
Tell them drivers hurry up, I need the mountain, N.Y
This new shit got the whole rezz high
Legend like the God from Bed-Stuy
When it come to the pack, best work in town, that's why they keep running it back