Reasons Berner & Curren$y

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Curren$y]
When they was complaining, I was on game
When they was inside, I was on my grind
That's why they diamonds don’t shine like mine
That's why they can't drive these cars I drive
When they was complaining, I was on game
When they was inside, I was on my grind
That’s why they diamonds don't shine like, yeah

[Verse 1: Berner]
It feel good to be on, I been waiting too long
But I'm smoking too strong, I got on Tucson
Where the folks in AZ with the bales of the mid
That used to float your boy boxes as a kid?
You see what you did?
I'm a beast, the spot go crazy
Yesterday, Melrose did one-eighty
I'm mainy with the bag, make a G on each
Got a jar full of peach, baby, burn my seed
Quarter ticket on the piece, made a ticket last week
And I ain't touch nothin' but the vibe paper sheets
My shoe plug said, "Bern, you're an animal"
I miss my old twenty lighter and the avenues
Fresh cuts that came out of Santa Cruz
I’m still in it, I’m just doin' what I have to do
Don’t hate the player, hate the game
Somethin' in the air for the lames