Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1st 48, artist - Berner. Date of issue: 20.01.2022
Song language: English
1st 48 |
| «Yeah, I know people who would’ve had their family all wiped out |
| They don’t tell lies and rat |
| That’s on page number one» |
| It’s 4 AM (blessing on that bitch, hol' up) |
| I’m somewhere out in Queens (Gotti) |
| (FOREVEROLLING) yeah |
| (First forty-eight, first forty-eight) |
| All that flexing on the 'Gram with your weapon in your hand |
| Thinking you the man, got your section in a jam |
| (First forty-eight, first forty-eight) |
| Yeah (first forty-eight) |
| Taking picks to them packs and that bread in ya safe |
| Got the feds on the way, that’s what led to ya case |
| This is as heavy as a head |
| That wears a crown |
| Is it as heavy as it’s bred? |
| It’s been tough to move around |
| And they’re plotting on my seat, last year I turned 'em down |
| All that short term thinking, I just raised another round |
| Making petty ass moves, why ya dig ya own grave? |
| Tryna ride my way but me and you are not the same (not at all) |
| You’re small-time, why you telling on yourself online? |
| (Online) |
| Like you wanna end up in a box, doing hard time (doing hard time) |
| Thank you for the push |
| The mass hits are all mine |
| Set down to new Cali, he weighing line at carmines |
| E’ry move you make is public |
| I bet the feds love it |
| I’m a boss, you’re a puppet |
| (Yeah, you can’t wait to boast, but really) |
| (First forty-eight, first forty-eight) |
| All that flexing on the 'Gram with your weapon in your hand |
| Thinking you the man, got your section in a jam |
| (First forty-eight, first forty-eight) |
| Yeah (first forty-eight) |
| Taking picks to them packs and that bread in ya safe |
| Got the feds on the way, that’s what led to ya case |
| You made yourself hot, and thought you were the shit |
| Give everybody bags, to them you just a trick (just a trick) |
| To me, you’re just a lick, you showered me with gifts |
| Just a backdoor, you thought that you were slick (that ain’t it) |
| I just play it dumb and let you burn your hand |
| You’re the trashman, yeah, them bags are all the same |
| I’m pulling up (I'm pulling up) |
| Looking like food |
| You work with everyone, your name is everywhere, it ain’t cool |
| You’re a middleman, better watch how you move (watch how you move) |
| Before you make the news, loose lips sink ships |
| I thought you knew the rules? |
| (I thought you knew) |
| Make another poster looking like a fool, I’m old-school |
| (Yeah, I swear to God, man) |
| (First forty-eight, first forty-eight) |
| All that flexing on the 'Gram with your weapon in your hand |
| Thinking you the man, got your section in a jam |
| (First forty-eight, first forty-eight) |
| Yeah (first forty-eight) |
| Taking picks to them packs and that bread in ya safe |
| Got the feds on the way, that’s what led to ya case (first forty-eight) |