Life Goes On - Berner

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Life goes on

Fuck a shoe deal

I move weed and blow blue bills

My shooter Shotgun, he got a few kills

It sound like a bomb when them guns bust

Three or four blocks in my closet and it’s uncut

Fuck around and try to fit a hundred pounds in one truck

And we don’t leave the studio until the sun comes up

And pretty bitches got my name in they skin

Got my safe full, cold lemonade with the gin

And my heart’s cold, plus, this bundle don’t fold

Too much cash in my jeans, another 20p's sold

And tell these ugly mouth bitches to drown

And tell these fake drug dealers stop taking my sound

And I don’t give a fuck if you’re real or not

My lil homie got life, he try and kill a cop

More money, more crime, I’m tryna' seal a block

And send it out to Tennessee

Wake up, is it there or not?

I’m having bad dreams

They tryna' freeze my bank account

I got twenty-mill tucked, I have to thank the drought

You hate the drought

I busted food-saver bags open and I pulled the flavors out

Yeah, I put a twenty light grow in my neighbors house

And I need cash up front, I don’t play around

Lay 'em down if they ain’t ridin' with the Mob

Six chains, twenty-three bitches, yeah, I’m on my job

Bern

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Am I right or wrong?

They try to tell me

Life goes on

Fuck a broke bitch

I play mind games

I make a hoe sick

Back in 06', I had a cold lick and had my whole team on

I really sold crys, back to back Beamers, yeah the whole shit, damn

I had my carry on fool, before 9/11

Touch down in Arizona, break em down to 7's

Now I’m chillin' in Hollywood, I grab the whole floor

Gold chains for my crew, whatchu hustle for?

Three cribs and a kid, I want a couple more

I cut a few friends off, I really wasn’t sure

Will they ride, will they lie on the Mob?

I bought another foreign car, real talk

I’m on my job

Bern

More money

More crime

More dirt

More time

Am I right or wrong?

They try to tell me

Life goes on