
Pull Me In Berner (Ft. Trae tha Truth)
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[Verse 1: Berner]
They wonder why I would ever leave the game
'Cause they was speakin' on me when them people came
I just want the money I dont need the fame
And RIP to the Jack the band never be the same, JA
The dope game it tried to pull me in
I was countin' cocaine money with Peruvians
Tryna shake broke bitches, yeah I'm on the move again
Back to sendin' boxes out, I turn two to ten
Man this money feel good but it's temporarily
This shit don't last I'm smokin' at the cemetary
Thinkin' bout my homeboys the shit we did was legendary
I be spendin' outdoor money all February
[Hook: Berner]
Every time I leave they try to pull me in
Headshots, dead bodies though
I'm tired of losin' friends
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again
Freedom, nah that's somethin' I can't lose again
Every time I leave they try to pull me in
Headshots, dead bodies though
I'm tired of losin' friends
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again
Freedom, nah that's somethin' I can't lose again
They wonder why I would ever leave the game
'Cause they was speakin' on me when them people came
I just want the money I dont need the fame
And RIP to the Jack the band never be the same, JA
The dope game it tried to pull me in
I was countin' cocaine money with Peruvians
Tryna shake broke bitches, yeah I'm on the move again
Back to sendin' boxes out, I turn two to ten
Man this money feel good but it's temporarily
This shit don't last I'm smokin' at the cemetary
Thinkin' bout my homeboys the shit we did was legendary
I be spendin' outdoor money all February
[Hook: Berner]
Every time I leave they try to pull me in
Headshots, dead bodies though
I'm tired of losin' friends
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again
Freedom, nah that's somethin' I can't lose again
Every time I leave they try to pull me in
Headshots, dead bodies though
I'm tired of losin' friends
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again
Freedom, nah that's somethin' I can't lose again
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