Berner

PTSD
Man, shit stupid, man Real rap They say I'm one of the best (The best) A living legend in the flesh (In the flesh) My lawyer clean up all the mess (All the mess) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) Wan’ me speak, say less They been on him for a month, ain't no need to confess I call my girl, told her clean up the spot Throw it all in the whip and park that bitch down the block Yeah, the spotlight on me and I'm sittin’ on top It's hard to turn the TV on and see 'em cuttin' my crop That's two milli' gone, yeah, two million It don't rain, it hails when you really on I'm switching phones up, what kind of shit he on? If he’s telling then I swear to God we’ll kill his mom Real cartel lifestyle, thought I'm legit But the bank account froze and they takin’ my pic' (They on my dick) Another thousand pack play without takin' a trip If they hit me, ain't no way I’ma flip, that's on the mob They say I'm one of the best (The best) Letras de cancionesA living legend in the flesh (In the flesh) My lawyer clean up all the mess (All the mess) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) Wan' me speak, say less They been on him for a month, ain't no need to confess I call my girl, take my kid to the Hill (I love y'all) 'Cause this shit's gettin' real, they don't know how to feel Yeah, the sound of the vacuum seal, it give me chills I'm out to Barcelona if the beans get spilled El Chivo, I tuck good phenos and duck RICO's Duffle bags full of blue C-notes I got thirty farms, only two of 'em legal We celebrated when the East Coast burned down Diesel, yeah Phones ringing, everybody is shook Get my family out of town once their tickets are booked Then I'm back on my bullshit and Berner's around Hit the spot they ain't get yet and turn it around They say I'm one of the best (The best) A living legend in the flesh (In the flesh) My lawyer clean up all the mess (All the mess) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out) Wan' me speak, say less They been on him for a month, ain't no need to confess Take a look at all that marijuana More than twenty-four thousand plants confiscated by **** police and the feds The stash looks like something a druglord would own, but police say the face behind this operation is no El Chapo El Chivo From Letras Mania