Berner - R.I.P (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Berner - R.I.P (en) Lyrics
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The weight is spoilin’ my lungs
It’s like the bloodline is royal
Kingpin shit, yeah, the
whole team’s loyal
I switched up vans, when
the bags hit the soil
My chest hurt, Gary with the
cereal milk oil (Oh, boy)
I fell asleep and woke
up to another play
I had to win, I been eatin’ anyway
Fuck a chain, I start a trust
for all my friends’ kids
Celebratin’, I’m knowin’
this can end quick
Check the résumé, I never play
Watch it all accelerate
Accept it, I’ma set the rates
You know me, I need C.O.D
I got on sellin’ cheap OG’s
It’s hard to be lowkey
My vision blurry from the psychedelics
Another story, I know
my rivals felt it
Pre-sell everything, you
have to try and sell it
I’on have to market share, I’m
gettin’ kinda selfish, yeah
In Melrose, did a quarter ticket
My brother Alex brought a bag
when he came to visit
I’m in my zone, God bless the vision
Twenty-four-seven, nah, there
ain’t no intermissions
Kill ‘em all, slowly (Murder, murder)
I had to murder the game
(Kill, kill, kill)
I had to murder the game
(Die, die, die)
I had to murder the game
I came home with 28 cents,
now I’m multi platinum
They want me back in, boy, I bought
a Bentaga with the backend
But way before that, way before rap,
I was somewhere with a strap
I ain’t even see this shit comin’, this
was God’s doin’, that’s a fact
I thought I was gon’ come home,
link up with bro, get the bag
In the mist of that, I’ma try to rap,
then my first song got a plaque
Then my first show hit capacity and
these niggas got the audacity
To be askin’ me, when I ain’t had shit
to hand ‘em, they laughed at me
Now money, commas, make
up for my lack of ?
You ain’t where you wanna be
‘cause you be half-steppin’
Niggas hate to meet they fate, man,
that’s just said, ain’t it?
Meanwhile I’m wit’ yo’ ho, this
lil’ bitch bad, ain’t she?
I’m just sick I had some people
die before they saw this shit
They ask me how much I wanna make,
I told ‘em “All that shit”
I learned you don’t finish with the
people that you started with
It’s bittersweet (It’s bittersweet),
but R.I.P, ayy
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