[Verse 1: The Jacka]
50 keys in my trunk on a lonely highway
Tryna lead the life, niggas lose they life broad day
Make the broad pay if she wanna be in my presence
Got locked several times but I looked at that as lessons
Look at all the bread and possessions that I'm blessed with
Shoulda stayed home but instead makin' more shit
Pop hundred boxes of ziplocs the fiends jock
I got that pure, set my lure, cast my line out
You don't understand the grind don't try to find out
My nigga sold a thousand birds in a wired house
Now he locked until the end up in the pound box
We gotta die but hope we live till the world stop
Cuz it's for real out here in the world (?)
(?) burn, a fed they didn't tell you bout
Life, when you deal white, ain't no turnin back
Probly throw away your life tryna earn a rep
[Hook]
Cocaine, heroin, I'm in the traffickin
Birds fly down south I had to get it in
Gettin money's what it's bout, stayin richer than them
I take control of the drought with more weight than the gym
(2x)
[Verse 2: Berner]
That money keeps comin' in, I can't get enough of dem
They say they're hustlin but really they're strugglin
I'm lookin' for 20 chem, I just sold a hundred purps
I just made a hundred thou, I'm lookin for more work
Kush man, Mr. Got it when there's none left
Trunk full ride around dirty in the sunset
Ten racks, two movers, that's a big lug (?)
Big cash, big stash spot in my truck
No pass get whacked if you try and test
Me and Jack keep big guns that'll make a mess
Kingpin with this weed shit where I'm from
You wonder why I'm caked out? Cuz I started young
Waitin for that brown truck, yea the UPS
He sent 30 racks I'm just waiting on the rest
I'mma cake out when it's all said and done
Me and Jack sittin back, waitin for the drug to come
50 keys in my trunk on a lonely highway
Tryna lead the life, niggas lose they life broad day
Make the broad pay if she wanna be in my presence
Got locked several times but I looked at that as lessons
Look at all the bread and possessions that I'm blessed with
Shoulda stayed home but instead makin' more shit
Pop hundred boxes of ziplocs the fiends jock
I got that pure, set my lure, cast my line out
You don't understand the grind don't try to find out
My nigga sold a thousand birds in a wired house
Now he locked until the end up in the pound box
We gotta die but hope we live till the world stop
Cuz it's for real out here in the world (?)
(?) burn, a fed they didn't tell you bout
Life, when you deal white, ain't no turnin back
Probly throw away your life tryna earn a rep
[Hook]
Cocaine, heroin, I'm in the traffickin
Birds fly down south I had to get it in
Gettin money's what it's bout, stayin richer than them
I take control of the drought with more weight than the gym
(2x)
[Verse 2: Berner]
That money keeps comin' in, I can't get enough of dem
They say they're hustlin but really they're strugglin
I'm lookin' for 20 chem, I just sold a hundred purps
I just made a hundred thou, I'm lookin for more work
Kush man, Mr. Got it when there's none left
Trunk full ride around dirty in the sunset
Ten racks, two movers, that's a big lug (?)
Big cash, big stash spot in my truck
No pass get whacked if you try and test
Me and Jack keep big guns that'll make a mess
Kingpin with this weed shit where I'm from
You wonder why I'm caked out? Cuz I started young
Waitin for that brown truck, yea the UPS
He sent 30 racks I'm just waiting on the rest
I'mma cake out when it's all said and done
Me and Jack sittin back, waitin for the drug to come
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