Drown - Berner

Ayy, man, I can’t lie, man, this week been super mainy though

Enjoy a lil bottle of yac

My fingertips numb, I been bagging all night

I went from coke to the weed and brought a bag on the flight

They hear the hunger in my voice shit I went broke twice

4,000 lights at a real low price

Big rock bezels got played out quick

Especially when you still take trips, they don’t work though

I’m back in Nebraska like break down this

I’ll be here for a week, I got a show and a fifth

Fresno California I’ma be there soon

The 209 love Bern I’m a real tycoon

I got a drawer full of prepaid phones and roll on

Stacks of money orders from my

House on Hollywood, Calabasas too far

I’m too hard for the radio, I used to move tar

I feel like Joe Pesci I move around in two cars

Cats get to beefing, take the shit too far

I’m tryna drown the pain in a bottle of Priv

This shit is therapy, I can’t bottle it in

They got me waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

They got me waiting on the mail again

I’m tryna drown the pain in a bottle of Priv

This shit is therapy, I can’t bottle it in

They got me waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

They got me waiting on the mail again

They want that old shit tell that lady I’m back

I went broke got a telly brought baby the sack

They got me at a dummy address just waiting for the pack

Back in '09, I went crazy with The Jack

We’re OT tripping in Missouri Wells (What up Wells?)

Gunshots ringing then a young man fell

The whole crowd cleared out saw a high-speed chase

Kansas City get it like we do in the Bay

Look I’m back to the basics, unfamiliar places

Blue bags wrapped in the black and yellow cases

Black glove throwaways, I pray it all go away

The rap game was cool but I can’t except a lower pay

Guns over Gucci

Drugs over Louis

Bitches back to setting up goofy male groupies

I’m waiting on the mail yeah I’m nervous as hell

I was good a month ago now and now I’m stuck this hell, damn

I’m tryna drown the pain in a bottle of Priv

This shit is therapy, I can’t bottle it in

They got me waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

They got me waiting on the mail again

I’m tryna drown the pain in a bottle of Priv

This shit is therapy, I can’t bottle it in

They got me waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

Waiting on the mail again

They got me waiting on the mail again

I don’t know how it came back to this

You know all the work put in, I did my best

But I know what I’m good at too

It’s for the dope game

Hey trappin' ain’t dead, it’s just scared

You already know what time it is, big Bay Area business