Silence Berner

(Berner)
Im in a crazy zone
Smoke some shit that (Silence is Golden) man it got me thinking (Gotti)

(Silence is Golden)
Public Enemy they try and get the best of me
They better be careful but it catch up eventually
Problem is a mother fucker
Military grade, these bullets ain’t from Russia
When the ammo ran dry I was thankful for the stash, bought it all in Montana
Hella 40 cal mag
I fell in Love with New York
Finna grab a Brownstone
Smoke a P in my stu
Leap when the pound’s on
I woke up Miami but this weather’s not for me
With Corleone talking moves
Yacht six hundred feet
Customs on my neck again running through my bags, out in London poppin’ tags
Bought a Rolex for my dad
Its wild how this shit changed, im tired of em askin
They’re frantic when I drop it, it’s all fire in the bags
We write notes when we speak, theres wires in the pad
They hand some more, there ain’t no one flier than I am

Silence is Golden
Got the World in my hands
Look at what I’m holding- (what I’m holding)
Trying to keep this shit Flying- (keep this shit flying)
Silence is Golden
Got the World in my hands
Look at what I’m holding- (what im holding)
Trying to keep this shit flying- (keep this shit)
Silence is Golden