Текст пісні Night - Berner

Night

This rap game to me is like a pot of gold\nEspecially when it’s fat,\nI ain’t smoked more than I done sold\nNever fall, stay in my mode, bro it’s winning time\nA Rottweiler couldn’t keep me from the finish line\nAnd I’m scared of dogs but I ain’t scared of yall\nSlick and I’m a raw, livin life till our Father call\nYea the money tall but it ain’t tall enough\nSay you want a thunder, what’s that number? I’ll call your bluff\nTakin shots, Blocka Blocka had a peer with it\nWe in Vegas, ace of spaddin, play a deal with it\nEnemies turn frienemies once the real get it\nDon’t wanna hit yo joint if it ain’t chill in it\nWhere’s a real nigga? On my mama though\nInstant problem, no Twitter, better follow though\nYou better follow us if you fallin though\nMoney clothes, grindin 4, lot of chronic smoke\n(Hook)\n‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day\nThat’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away\nDon’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say\nI just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid\nThey love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay\nGot all my haters man feelin some type a way\nTried to fallback from the gym but it ain’t work\nNiggas try to pull back, when they spinnin they pockets swerving\nKhalifa man, so many bars I should be tendin\n68, soon as I start it you hear the engine\nIt’s been a while since I done popped up\nBut since I did my thing got big and wrist got rocked up\nMy clothes off the runway, the labels let me do what I want\nAnd my money come as easy as Sunday\nStarted out estate doing shows, now we leavin the country\nMy niggas got my back like gunplay\nI’m rollin up the most expensive weed that I could find\nAnd if you lookin for me you can find me on my grind\nYou niggas steal the swag, it ain’t hard to tell it’s mine\nI’m rollin up them zags, it ain’t hard to smell it’s mine\nAin’t opened up the back but so you could tell it’s fowl\nLike that spend 30 grand on a watch, I could tell the shine\nBut don’t even tell the time\n(Hook)\n‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day\nThat’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away\nDon’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say\nI just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid\nThey love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay\nGot all my haters man feelin some type a way\nI tried to step away from the game, I couldn’t leave\nFor the last 12 years I’ve been hustling weed\nAin’t a future in the game but there ain’t nothing for free\nA bunch friends turned phony, it ain’t nothing to me\nI’m getting cheese, pretty girl in Elize\nI’m in Belize in the baby blue ocean just enjoyin my trees\nLook I already made it, all this is a plus\nTake your fingertip and dip it in a bag full of dust\nTake a half a mill cash and bury it in my yard\nA lot of rappers go broke tryna be who we are\nAll these cars out in front of my crib, look like a club\nBut I don’t care about none of the fame, just give me tags\nAll white gold with invisible set\nVVS stones growing all over my neck\nGetting rich and being broke’s like night and day\nI bet a bunch of haters wanna take my life away, aye!\n(Hook)\n‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day\nThat’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away\nDon’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say\nI just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid\nThey love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay\nGot all my haters man feelin some type a way