6 Figure Trips - Berner, Cozmo

Yeah

Coz, what up?

Yeah

Oh, we gon' bring it back to that Weekend at Bernie’s vibe

This old school, man, 2009 shit

Ayy, keep your eyes out my pockets, beggars make me sick

That boy lost in the bottle, can’t control his own clique

Boy, I’m mainy with a clean 380, I won’t miss

Yeah, Biscotti’s played out, I’d rather smoke Cheetah Piss

European whips but my bucket ride smoother

In a car full of shooters, paranoid while I maneuver

Your bitch look good but all the homies ran through her

Pass the big homie up, used to treat me like a loser, wow

This the sound your favorite artist run from

The real shit for the slum, rub the dope on my gums

A-1 pink coke in a mink coat

I couldn’t be broke, I’m burning clean smoke

Trust me, they don’t love me, they just wanna see me fall

But it’s like I hit a lick every single fall

Outdoor dips, greenhouse boomin'

The whole block smell when my shit start bloomin'

Seven acres had my whole team eatin'

'Til the shit got popped, he was sendin' work to Cleveland

I tried to tell the homies keep it on the low

When the money come, everybody know

We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking

Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again

Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again

'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again

We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking

Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again

Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again

'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again

I’m a street survivalist, been on the grind for this

When it come to the fam, ain’t no question, I’ll die for this

Back when I was broke, shit, they laughed in my face

So I started young, stackin' my cake, trafficking weight

In the presence of legends, I felt blessed since my adolescence

Knew my time’d come one day, I always had the essence

In the Maybach, foggy from the Cubano smoke

Born to be rich, how I’ma wake up tomorrow broke?

Mind on a franchise, close friends lost ties

'Cause all the love’s lost once you cross sides

Got respect for the game, 'cause I came from it

But traumatized and can’t explain the pain from it

There was days I was down, I felt my hopes slipping

Now I got my own vision and my approach different

Dope by the boat, Pacino and El Chivo

Fuck a job, where I’m from you either rap or sell kilos

We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking

Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again

Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again

'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again

We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking

Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again

Six figure trips, I don’t know if I’ma need rap again

'Til I’m in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again