Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murals / Changes, artist - Berner. Album song Hempire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment, Taylor Gang
Song language: English
Murals / Changes |
I live for my daughters smile |
Talkin' to my dead homies, it’s been a while (Life) |
What we’re really here for |
What most people kill for |
I’m here right now |
Won’t steer off the path |
Still down with the same home town |
Never disappeared from that mac slum tac |
South side, hell brown, tell that crowd |
All I ever promised was I’ll yell it loud |
Now I kill it like carnivore, just gotta survive |
And if you think that shit that I write |
Give me my high pride while I’m still alive, ight |
Got kids and a wife, ight |
Gotta fish me a bitch to the middle of the night |
Maybe you can find em' at the finish line |
With a bitch named life tryna' twist the knife |
Stressful, head to toe, you gotta roll with the evident flow |
When the ache takes hold, medicate, let it go |
Just wanna be left alone |
Guess that makes me an asshole |
Lock the door, disconnect the phone |
Still feel like I ain’t got no control |
And when it’s my turn to die |
Put me in the dirt, let me fortify |
Til' them I’mma learn to fly |
Find me in the morning sky |
And I can see that the sun’s a circle |
Wonderin' why we run in circles |
I’m tryna' get it thorough |
Before I become a mural |
(Life) |
They pray I’mma fall |
Left my name on the wall |
When I die, they gon' know me (Life) |
When I go, I’mma live forever |
Angels cryin', tear drops, perfect weather |
I live for my daughters smile |
Talkin' to my dead homies, it’s been a while (Life) |
What we’re really here for |
What most people kill for |
Mind gone |
Early 80's |
Mom’s had her first baby |
I held her hand when her eye’s closed |
Man, I miss her laugh |
Why we live fast? |
Why we get some cash and watch friends change? |
I don’t play them games, I’m a grown man |
Still rap, grow plants |
Smoked out my tour bus |
Don’t kill my vibe, I’m on stage at twenty-five |
When they scream, I feel alive |
Shht, don’t need no middle man |
I need all of that |
In a hotel room with a groupie girl |
Fuck one time, don’t call her back |
Love you now, not when I’m gone |
Frisco shit, I’m still at home |
When my daughter leaves, I’mma feel alone |
I’m back in the streets where the killers roam |
Still here in this crazy world |
Gave my heart to my baby girl |
King pin, I touch weight for real |
I been around the world like a Navy seal |
Take pills, need a break for real |
Gave up love, had to take it slow |
Why die young, I’mma hate to go |
Flip ten pounds for our player shelf |
Underground, just the way I like |
The good die young, that’s the way of life |
Got a full deck, but I play it right |
Keep a big gun where I lay at night |
(Life) |
They pray I’mma fall |
Left my name on the wall |
When I die, they gon' know me (Life) |
When I go, I’mma live forever |
Angels cryin', tear drops, perfect weather |
I live for my daughters smile |
Talkin' to my dead homies, it’s been a while (Life) |
What we’re really here for |
What most people kill for |
Another day, another dollar to flip |
My phone hot, when I talk, does it click? |
Feds pulled me off the plane |
Went through all of my shit |
This was right around the time that my mom got sick |
She was strong the whole time and I just wanted to flip |
I tried to feed her ice chips and rub water on her lips |
Her little hands turned cold |
I told her please don’t leave |
Your grand daughter’s two years old |
I dropped two albums in the same month |
Doing anything for cash, plus my trap dried up |
Mom passed, then my baby mama left |
It was hard for a while and I was down for a sec |
Fab put me on with Wiz, I was back to the pack |
Chillin' around the gang had me thinkin' about rap |
But nah, I red light flights to Atlantic |
Club mention me and ice, pourin' mud in the Fanta |
Mayoka, I was on TV |
A couple months later, I signed with T. G |
Two weeks later, the F.E.D's had my bank on freeze |
Plus they just hit E |
Life changes, I got my own clothing |
In a five bedroom home all alone |
Chain smokin', nights passed |
I remember that car |
I saw the Bentley on the news, I used to ride in that car |
I’m on tour, this the life of a star |
I’m in a small town tryna hide from the law |
I ripped open the seal |
In the hot box, bout' to smoke out with B-Real |
I made two EP’s before DS3 |
Now rest in peace to Jack, It’s been hard to sleep |
Life changes, I think about my daughter |
How I go from sellin' blow to sellin' Hemp Water |
Man, I did an album with Cam |
And woke up to a letter from Gucci Mane |
Such a trip, bring ice and Jack back |
I miss talkin' to my mother, where’s my lighter at? |
It’s time to smoke |
This here’s for grown folks |
I sit alone in my room with a lost stare |
In the same bed that my mama lost her life |
Yeah, toss and turn havin' dreams, it was just a dream |
They died when I was young, I was just a teen |
Got a quiet son, I can’t even speak about him |
No IG, or Facebook, or tweet about him |
Anything that’s on my mind, I gotta deal with |
Signed in 07', down the drain where that deal went |
Radio banned me, they don’t even mention me |
Can’t ignore the fact that I made Bay area history |
Stretch switched sides on me, thought he would ride for me |
But it ain’t no love lost, shit, he still a big homie |
I was doing burners, to him it was just business |
Fans left me for dead, guess they thought I was finished |
I never wanted credit for hookin' Berner with Wiz |
I just connected my brothers, I’m glad they handled they biz |
Doin' for they kids, what I be doin' for lead |
Open my baby mama, all this room to forgive |
Mama talk to me often, I can hear her voice |
«Don't give up Stan», Mama, I ain’t got a choice |
Just bought Maserati, fresh off the lot |
And a house in the hills, with a three car garage |
Six bedrooms, overlookin' the Bay |
With my plaques on the wall, you’ll love where I stay |
I could drop a CD mama, and you on the cover |
Dedicated to you, daddy, and my brother |
I’m gettin' older and wiser |
Makin' smarter decisions |
You grow through what you go through, it’s all about livin' |
I wanna say keep your head up to my people in prison |
To all my dreamers out there, keep holdin' your vision |
No matter what, god got your back |
Rest in peace to my big brother Jack |
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