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lirik lagu have faith – berner

[verse 1: berner]
i started off young, hardheaded, like father like son
i was on the block then, with the feins and the bums
way before i had the og and the bub
i was pushing brown weed in arizona for fun
i let that dope money talk for me, there ain’t much to say
put the money on the scale and be on my way
another plane to catch, another state to flood
lean in my cup, i pour up just to taste the mud
swisher sweets full of cherry
the jewels on my neck, got them jack boys staring
the thing that i carry, make sure they won’t touch me
4 cell phones so the boys won’t bust me
we speak in code, roll up all this weed i smoke
spend at least a few g’s on some trees to blow
hit the ak, get some scratch, with my homeboy amp
yea i’m right back in traffic with my beat on blast

[chorus: freeze]
beat on blast, mobbin’ through the hood
bezzle out the window, n*gga what’s good
stuntin’ on them hoes, ball outta control
bass so loud that i can’t hear my phone

beat on blast, mobbin’ through the hood
strap on my lap, i wish a n*gga would
big chrome pipes, look under the hood
party at the light, paint job like eww
[verse 2: klazzik]
we got mouths to feed, allow me to introduce myself
knock out your t**th, if they don’t eat, then its crucial
used to move pounds of d, peep it pimping, on some new sh*t
it’s about to be, our season, is they stupid?
fold your top back for the scratch, like when the roof flip
then renovate your crib with the chips, home improvements
i see you, no you don’t, only an illusion
your dude game sharp, like the new gillette infusion
wanna stomp through our hood, aye, better tie your shoes then (aye)
i get loot with cubans, love to shoot sh*t like cupid
all in ab*tch head, like a f*cking q*tip
new sh*t, hot like two*two six and the crew too sick
pimpin’, new [???] chicks, hustla
known to move a few bricks, gangstas use them clips
man don’t make a n*gga prove this sh*t, we smooth and sl!ck
leave a b*tch chewing d*ck (aye)

[chorus: freeze]
beat on blast, mobbin’ through the hood
bezzle out the window, n*gga what’s good
stuntin’ on them hoes, ball outta control
bass so loud that i can’t hear my phone

beat on blast, mobbin’ through the hood
strap on my lap, i wish a n*gga would
big chrome pipes, look under the hood
party at the light, paint job like eww
[verse 3: ampichino]
my life done changed, mom passed, feeling slight insane
in the hospital crying, trying to fight the pain
i can’t rap right now; i can barely write my name
wiping down my strap, smoking kush to the brain
pain is love, love is pain
on the block with the gritters, where they sell cocaine
i got guerilla feet with a shark tongue
i don’t give rats ass no mo’, cause my heart numb
hit the block, put the drum out the window, here they come
knock a few n*ggas down, n*ggas wonder where we from
ampichino from the a*k, but got a gang state to state
and money crew, cope heavy game, moving weight
tales from a hustla, sh*lls in your mother
your daddy get splattered too, we whales undercover
you can catch me in traffic, with a mac on the one*way
f*ck it, come and get me n*gga, ima die one day

[chorus: freeze]
beat on blast, mobbin’ through the hood
bezzle out the window, n*gga what’s good
stuntin’ on them hoes, ball outta control
bass so loud that i can’t hear my phone

beat on blast, mobbin’ through the hood
strap on my lap, i wish a n*gga would
big chrome pipes, look under the hood
party at the light, paint job like eww

- berner

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