No Middle Man Berner (Ft. J. Stalin)

[Intro: Berner]
Yea, shout out to the D-Boys baby
We gettin' money this year

[Chorus: Berner]
I hustle 'til the weight's gone
Money slow, but I stay strong
Militant minded, spittin' out napalm
State to state, all the real G's gotta feel us
No middle man shit, nah we the dealers
Grew up a convict like Akon
In the kitchen whippin' gettin' my bake on
But fuck jail, before we go, they gon' have to kill us
No middle man shit, nah we the dealers

[Verse 1: Berner]
He came home with blood in his hands
He's a changed man
And now he can't sleep at night
I got cream for 16, you can't beat that price
Remember Benny with them old schools and freaked out bikes?
I'm on the phone with my fam in the pen, stay up
Gave him ten years just for stickin' banks up
Fresh from my shirt to my shoes
You know pimpin's in her ear, tryna get her to choose
I'm outta state feeling like a fuckin million or two, new life
Wrist covered in new ice, I'm too nice
Polo pea coat, fire weed to smoke
Z's got all me tired, got me speaking slow
All I see is death, so I value every breath I take
And clean up every mess I make
State to state, all the D-Boys gotta feel us
No middle man shit, nah we the dealers