Yup
Da da da da da da
Turnin' this all into paper
Uh
Yeah
[Verse 1: Berner]
Been together since we were kids
Through thick and thin you made me rich I couldn't quit
It's hard to switch, you put 150 on my wrist
We took trips, the risk it got me feeling sick
It's a crazy rush I could never make enough
You make it hard for me to sleep, why you wake me up?
You've been crazy lately, why you getting people k**ed?
Only few respect you, the rest will probably squeal
You taught me how to turn a intro to a couple bills
Different level deals, damn I miss the homie [?]
Every time I take a loss I start to hate you more
Another war, who's keeping score, we winnin' more
I love the game, keep the fame, bullet proof the range
And dig a hole for the lames, sh** will never change
And this is for the one and only
The dope game, your homie Bern
They got nothin' on me
[Verse 2: ?]
Candy paint range drizzle skittles on my latest
I got pilage on my [?]
I got lil mama waiting
I pull up to her spot daily
All my rounds gettin' my paper
Occasionally call her baby though she not my lady