Berner - Telephone lyrics

[Verse 1: Berner] Burn a half a pound in my suite Pull the room down, no white mold on my leaf Outta town, they four-grand each Let this work speak for me, wrist cold as the streets Remember in December, back in 2003 When he handed me a hundred-thousand dollars for some weed It was me, Nice, Black, and Fee Sauce in the back, breaking down sweets My heart's cold, too many had to leave It's hard to fall asleep We talk often in my dreams I want you here, I don't care if you're lookin' down They smell the purple piss everytime I pull around Real city boy, they love your boy in the town Houston, Atlanta, now I'm Vegas bound Money in my carry-on, f** it though They can pull me off the plane and try to run up in my home You know I stay ready, knowin' where my daughter sleeps These dudes crying broke, really, they don't wanna eat I took a hundred P's, sold it in a half hour And pulled ten pounds off one plant of sour Real dope boy, Bern'll never switched OT, tryna' sweat a b**h Cookie bag, full of dead presidents Ridin' with a cannon big enough to k** an elephant [Hook: Berner] This the life we chose Long nights, pretty hoes Hard white, outdoor for the low Cash out, re-up, let em' go They talkin' crazy on my telephone This the way we live Crazy, all the sh** we did Triple wrap each one right before we ship Why they catch em' and they let em go? They talkin' crazy on my telephone [Verse 2: Berner] Man, I just made four-mil Pull down, indoor, grow room, sell the whole field In October I sent trucks up the hill Let em' go for sixteen, give a f** how you feel Uh, yeah, I'm done playin' with the mail In California they're for sell If you send em' and you fail, who you blaming? How many folders is my name in? I'm duckin' D.E.A. agents while we high-sidin' Float around in foreign vehicles Back to back Euro sh**, I got a whole fleet of em' Three-hundred pounds in L.A., sh**, I'm leavin' em' With B-Real, I'll pick up the money in a week or two This the sh** kings do I promise all my stones flawless I got rich from marijuana products In the grill, choppin' game with Jamaican farmers Prayin' it don't rain, I'm waitin' for my harvest [Hook: Berner] This the life we chose Long nights, pretty hoes Hard white, outdoor for the low Cash out, re-up, let em' go They talkin' crazy on my telephone This the way we live Crazy, all the sh** we did Tripple wrap each one right before we ship Why they catch em' and they let em go? They talkin' crazy on my telephone