3 Deep Berner (Ft. Mozzy)
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[Intro: Berner]
Three deep on a mission
Three deep
Three deep on a mission
Three deep
Three deep on a mission
Three deep
[Verse 1: Berner]
Three deep in the Cadillac, up to no good (No good)
Ridin' dirty, got a stash right under my hood (My hood)
Big homie's in my ears tryna get me to steal
First time I saw a body, then I knew it was real (Shit is real)
They keep talking 'bout murder but I don't wanna kill (True)
Where's the love?
Got rich off of bud, he cried when he seen the judge (Fuckin' pussy)
3 deep on a mission, I'm anxious (I'm anxious)
He passed me the weed and he told me, "Be patient" (Be cool, Bern)
We pulled up to the front, he said, "We're goin' in the back"
Was 16 in all black with a .40 on my lap (It's like that)
I ain't wanna rob, there's no choice
You're either in or you're out, I heard the anger in his voice (Arrgh)
So I'm paranoid, yeah, he kicked in the door
Laid 'em all on the floor, he had me runnin' through the drawers
Stealing wedding rings and diamonds, had dreams of big timin' (Big timin')
But this is small-time, I shoulda stuck with the rhyming
Three deep on a mission
Three deep
Three deep on a mission
Three deep
Three deep on a mission
Three deep
[Verse 1: Berner]
Three deep in the Cadillac, up to no good (No good)
Ridin' dirty, got a stash right under my hood (My hood)
Big homie's in my ears tryna get me to steal
First time I saw a body, then I knew it was real (Shit is real)
They keep talking 'bout murder but I don't wanna kill (True)
Where's the love?
Got rich off of bud, he cried when he seen the judge (Fuckin' pussy)
3 deep on a mission, I'm anxious (I'm anxious)
He passed me the weed and he told me, "Be patient" (Be cool, Bern)
We pulled up to the front, he said, "We're goin' in the back"
Was 16 in all black with a .40 on my lap (It's like that)
I ain't wanna rob, there's no choice
You're either in or you're out, I heard the anger in his voice (Arrgh)
So I'm paranoid, yeah, he kicked in the door
Laid 'em all on the floor, he had me runnin' through the drawers
Stealing wedding rings and diamonds, had dreams of big timin' (Big timin')
But this is small-time, I shoulda stuck with the rhyming
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