
One Shot Kill Berner
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[Intro]
(I got Traxx on this bitch, I don't know how to act)
Arrogance is ignorance
Bern
[Verse 1]
The shrooms just made your true colors more vibrant
Blue and gold blood, lil' mama, I'm a giant
Another board call, prayin' for alignment
And call up the pilot up, it's time to switch up the climate
And we ain't got to fly with it, it's there when we land
Feels good to put my feet in the sand
I'm in need of a Xan' (Pop a bar)
Can't believe where I am
And nothin' feels better than feedin' the fam
I'm on an ice-cold mission and I'm riskin' it all
Picked a bad day not to pick up my call
Yeah, they ball and they fall off, I'm still paid
I been gettin' money since the sixth grade
Black cars, black cards
Smokin' on dog food, but this ain't no black tar
Big rolls, some old-ass twenties
Nothin' like the smell of some old drug money
I'm everything these other guys are tryin' to be
They comin' for my spot, that's fine with me
I used to ship cash, now I'm flyin' to me
I'll rest when I'm gone, ain't no time to sleep, Bern
(I got Traxx on this bitch, I don't know how to act)
Arrogance is ignorance
Bern
[Verse 1]
The shrooms just made your true colors more vibrant
Blue and gold blood, lil' mama, I'm a giant
Another board call, prayin' for alignment
And call up the pilot up, it's time to switch up the climate
And we ain't got to fly with it, it's there when we land
Feels good to put my feet in the sand
I'm in need of a Xan' (Pop a bar)
Can't believe where I am
And nothin' feels better than feedin' the fam
I'm on an ice-cold mission and I'm riskin' it all
Picked a bad day not to pick up my call
Yeah, they ball and they fall off, I'm still paid
I been gettin' money since the sixth grade
Black cars, black cards
Smokin' on dog food, but this ain't no black tar
Big rolls, some old-ass twenties
Nothin' like the smell of some old drug money
I'm everything these other guys are tryin' to be
They comin' for my spot, that's fine with me
I used to ship cash, now I'm flyin' to me
I'll rest when I'm gone, ain't no time to sleep, Bern
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