Berner - Breathe / Dreaming lyrics

(feat. Ampichino) [Breathe] [Hook - Berner:] Breathe, I can't see It's cloudy in my whip, I've been rollin' up weed It help me breathe This cold street's got me goin' crazy, I can't sleep I really need to breathe, this sh**'s deep They got it on camera, told the police I can't breathe, they k** him anyway I guess that's how it is, and we just wanna live I can't breathe [Verse 1 - Berner:] Jealousy and greed, lemon tree and lean In a 7 series Bimm, feelin' like the king Watchin' teens die, on my television screen Riots in the streets, you hear the pain when she screams In this life though, [?] right where I sleep I'm on a mission, had a vision, nine flights in a week Get your digits up, pistols hidden in the cut Gla** piece look like a sippy cup, half gram, 50 bucks We push packs like crack in the '80s And I slip packs, ridin' brand new Mercedes The good smoke, few b**hes give me money Cause they love me, two Asians and a bunny All this pressure got me stressin' And I'm chainsmokin' in my section Smith & Wesson, keep the weapon cause I'm flexin And these broke boys keep on textin' It makes it hard to breathe [Hoo - Berner:] [Verse 2 - Berner:] f** rap, I'm a legend in the game And I can't believe I ain't sittin' in the cage Gucci frames, top down, screamin, "Money ain't a thing" Coke rocks had us up all night in the rain Look at now, barely smile, ain't slept in a while Money wild, on my kitchen counter, haters in denial Got a club in the city, they just tryna shut us down Well I'm rich and still ride around with 20 pounds Out of town, feds wanna hunt us down Underground, blow a couple hundred thou This the lifestyle, but damn, it catch up quick Bet this pack gon' flip, Berner snatch your b**h Dirty money, I'm just tryna make it clean And I pray to God every day to stay free On the interstate 5, in a Jeep with a ki CHP right behind me, take a deep breath [Hook - Berner] [Verse 3 - Ampachino:] I think I'm goin' insane Searchin' for excuses but it's no one to blame f** fame, in the game, movin' caine faster But I got my last name from a slave master What's wrong with this world? They're tryna blame rappers I guess we're the reason for c**aine traffickin' We go to jail, they toast, champagne blasters They say happiness is just pain backwards My homie asked me what's in the afterlife After d**h, do you go to Heaven if you clap and sh**? I told him only Allah could answer it He co*ked his strap and said it's back to this trappin' sh** Spit dumb, my tongue be on some acra-sh** It's j**els in my music, you gotta cast the sh** Bar after bar, I'm so pa**ionate You can't breathe, my words deadly as cancer is [Hook - Berner] [Dreaming] [Verse 1 - Berner:] Hand full of cash, man these rap dudes broke 140 for the bands, on the highway flow My eyes stay low off of high grade dope So baby gotta pay me and I gotta go I'm talkin' numbers on my phone and get you smacked This rap money's cool but I'd rather sell packs Washin' money with white men Them suits give me checks for my loot Stripper girls on my phone gettin' nude (Man she kinda cute, but sh**...) If she ain't talkin' 'bout cash then I gotta pa** Your baby daddy really just want an autograph Grow rooms, shows for a couple months My club in Sacramento got the city goin' nuts This is how I live, wake up in the morning with Two girls by my side, 40 messages On my phone, dirty pictures and kisses I got 26 b**hes and I love 'em the same, real talk [Hook - Berner:] Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming? I just bought a European Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming? Fly b**hes, all this money that I bring in Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming? Weed lit, I just took about three Xans Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming? [Verse 2 - Berner:] Keep the weed lit, what a mean flip 6 Ps, 12 Gs, [?] sh** I had this sh** jumpin' in '09 Back when out of town workin' was gold mine First [?], yeah I brought it Me and Wiz smoked out, ask Snoop if Bern really got it Burned pounds with B. Real Me and B. Legit hand counted three mil', like really though 18, I had silly dough 31, sittin' on 12 milli though Got your ex girlfriend in my video She's drunk, she even let her titties show Bern get money out these pretty hoes Give me everything, baby I'll make it rain I'll make 'em cry when they hear the song with your name Dirty pictures and kisses I got 26 b**hes and they drive me insane, it's real talk [Hook - Berner]