No Mids Berner (Ft. G-Mainey)

[Verse 1]
Fuck a sheep, we don't follow no man
Fall asleep, with the Hammer guarantee, It won’t jam
They want my tittle but just landed in work I run circles 'round cats
I can tell they feelings hurt, bagging up work
5k a piece, I'm all in the south still playing with the streets
I bought a whip for my crib in LA
Could’ve bought my own island but I'm still in The Bay
Big top, dawg shit, ask your man where he copped from
Twenty years deep in the game it made my heart numb
That boy all talk
I'm in it for the long run, I ball all year I can't wait until the fall come
My outdoor really looks like ins, man we went crazy in 2010
Less friends, more wins, old school, gold rims, I'm the Goat
When it comes to the smoke there's no mids

[Chorus]
When it comes to the smoke there's no mids
Only way I'm buying ’em bricks is sealed lids
I’m buying them dope zips, I'm buying them dope kicks
When I fall asleep I’m sleeping with .30 clip
When it comes to the smoke there's no mids
Only way I'm buying 'em bricks is sealed lids
I’m buying them dope zips, I'm buying them dope kicks
When I fall asleep I'm sleeping with .30 clip