Weed Man Berner

[Intro]
I'm tryna tell y'all, I'm tryna move around
[?] when they know you got it
I'm jugglin' different falls, different [?]
Well, trust me
Yeah

[Verse 1]
So I'm moving a little differently
Let 'em shoot their shots (*Gunshot*), they keep missing me
Out of town is mad, they complaining about their shipping fees
My competition is sick, put 'em out their misery
Only money interest me, [?] weed on a different league
I'm burning weed in Sicily, [?] in persistency
Got me right here, I hope my dead homies [?] me
248 and it's late, we never get to sleep
Never get to chill, the power of a dollar bill
They bring out your true thoughts
It's good to know really how you feel (That's what it is)
Only cowards robbin' steel, we got cotton killers
For the [?] boys, I don't want to kill
I'm mixing Henny with the grenadine (Yeah)
All the cloudy days get to fucking with my memories (I can't think)
I grabbed a spot out on Beverly
I'm sick of all the noise complaints, coming from the elderly
Yeah, next level of the game
Bring this shit overseas, the revenue is insane (It's insane)
But the flower is even better, you should see the new strains
They all look wild, no one taste the same (Yeah)
They blowing up my phone, they wanna learn from the best
They ask to invest what I'm working on next
And they wonder why I need Xan's
All the pressure, it's the world's biggest weed man, Berner