[Hook X2: Berner]
All white Benz, I'm just ridin' like I'm leanin'
Three or four charges and I'm hoping that I beat 'em
They let us ball out, then they pull us out our dream
Look at me
Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me
[Verse 1: Berner]
New Gucci Loafs, uh, custom made Gucci coat
Black jeans, fifty stacks, lean got me movin' slow
Bitches in my face talkin' money, is she ready though
I guess she strips and already hoes
Trust me, I lost loved ones over money
It's funny
Cause I know my ex-wife still loves me
Twenty on my head, try and take me away
I'll leave a shooter on his face, dead
You think that I'm playin'
I'm talking nights with no sleep, stuck, thinkin' of jail
My lil homie got hit, shit, I hope he don't tell
I hope all is well, them letters gettin' harder to read
My daughter needs her dad, but daddy's still stuck in them streets
I'll do an old school flip with that mitt if I have too
Roll the windows up and let the pigs right roll past you
It's cloudy in my car, how you livin'?
And if I die tonight, remember me like John Lennon
Fly women give me gifts just to get some dick
I'm on the road like Joe Pelly if the feds come hit
I only rap cause I need this trap money legit
I'm in the sticks, letting pounds of kush go for six
In my Six, limo tint, sun roof, feel the sun
Mind numb from the shit I seen, I hate doing wrong
Crime pays, why lie, shit, I'm young and I'm rich
Probably sittin' in the cell looking back at this shit
All white Benz, I'm just ridin' like I'm leanin'
Three or four charges and I'm hoping that I beat 'em
They let us ball out, then they pull us out our dream
Look at me
Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me
[Verse 1: Berner]
New Gucci Loafs, uh, custom made Gucci coat
Black jeans, fifty stacks, lean got me movin' slow
Bitches in my face talkin' money, is she ready though
I guess she strips and already hoes
Trust me, I lost loved ones over money
It's funny
Cause I know my ex-wife still loves me
Twenty on my head, try and take me away
I'll leave a shooter on his face, dead
You think that I'm playin'
I'm talking nights with no sleep, stuck, thinkin' of jail
My lil homie got hit, shit, I hope he don't tell
I hope all is well, them letters gettin' harder to read
My daughter needs her dad, but daddy's still stuck in them streets
I'll do an old school flip with that mitt if I have too
Roll the windows up and let the pigs right roll past you
It's cloudy in my car, how you livin'?
And if I die tonight, remember me like John Lennon
Fly women give me gifts just to get some dick
I'm on the road like Joe Pelly if the feds come hit
I only rap cause I need this trap money legit
I'm in the sticks, letting pounds of kush go for six
In my Six, limo tint, sun roof, feel the sun
Mind numb from the shit I seen, I hate doing wrong
Crime pays, why lie, shit, I'm young and I'm rich
Probably sittin' in the cell looking back at this shit
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