Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ever Do It, artist - Berner. Album song RICO, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Ever Do It |
Yup |
Da da da da da da |
Turnin' this all into paper |
Uh |
Yeah |
Been together since we were kids |
Through thick and thin you made me rich, I couldn’t quit |
It’s hard to switch, you put a hunnid fifty on my wrist |
We took trips, the risk it got me feeling sick |
It’s a crazy rush, I could never make enough |
You make it hard for me to sleep, why you wake me up? |
You’ve been crazy lately, why you getting people killed? |
Only few respect you, the rest will probably squeal |
You taught me how to turn a intro to a couple bills |
Different level deals, damn I miss the homie Phil |
Every time I take a loss, I start to hate you more |
Another war, who’s keeping score, we winnin' more |
I love the game, keep the fame, bullet proof the range |
And dig a hole for the lames, shit will never change |
And this is for the one and only |
The dope game, your homie Bern' |
They got nothin' on me |
Candy paint range drizzle skittles on my latest |
I got polish on my Daytons |
I got lil' mama waiting |
I pull up to her spot daily on my rounds gettin' my paper |
Occasionally call her baby though she not my lady |
Paper crazy? |
Yeah |
I been chasin' bags and I spin it fast, then replace them rags |
Lace it up, all facts, If I ever spat |
It was a song about stoners who made stacks |
Put my city on the map |
Stuck my safe in the wall like thumbtacks |
Runnin' back, touchdown, homie, where that money at? |
Range Rover, smokin' doja, bumpin' No Limit Soldiers |
I miss C-Murder and the homie Mac |
Locked behind bars, open up my weed jars |
Rollin' up them fatties while my homies rap |
See, we wan’t born wit' it, dat weed was no choice but to go get it |
That’s what make us all go-getters |
Candy paint, Caddy doors, keep the weed lit |
Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit |
Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip |
We wasn’t 'spose to be shit |
Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it) |
Hunnid packs, Maybachs, keep the weed lit |
Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit |
Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip |
We wasn’t 'spose to be shit |
Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it) |
Said we just eatin', what we been doin' |
Off the fat of the land, we sprout the seed sewn |
Exotic weed blowin', got the trees growin' |
Acres of the Z goin' |
Fam, get the pack on the arm, two-hunnid Ps floatin' |
Machine in motion, been the plug for a couple moments |
Ups and downs, rollercoastin' but we feel we chosen |
Deep as oceans but we get it with this jet propulsion |
Stayin' focused, sit back, relax and roll this |
Achieve goals, ash roaches |
Grab vultures by they fuckin' wings and pluck 'em out your airspace |
Don’t ever let your sun get blocked by their shade (no) |
I said don’t ever let your sun get block by their shade |
I got a full sun field of dreams, all organic (haha) |
I stuck my neck out a few times, that was the standard (uh huh) |
Brought the fellas with me, didn’t leave 'em abandoned (come on) |
Now the eagle’s landed, all the packs are stamped and branded (skittles) |
Left 'em standin', powered and we took full advantage (yup) |
Now the trinkets and accessories all dipped and lavish |
Different standards of what we accept in general |
And that’s what makes us all Generals (yeah, Generals) |
For the money we bled, you heard what he said |
I’m try’na think of somethin' clever that go over your head |
Cargo, off with the top, came straight off of the block |
I’m 'bout to put the play together like A.I. |
with the rock |
I’m talkin' profit margin, baby, I got my eyes on the stock |
I keep a squad full of bosses, we be vibin' a lot |
I be fly as a plane |
Baby, I made my own lane, no, we are not one in the same |
I’m not like these lames |
Fresh don’t gotta sting, Got problems but I can’t complain |
I smile through the pain |
I got two feet in the game |
I got my hands on the money then I went insane |
The weight of the world on my shoulder, I’m hopin' I don’t get a sprain, yeah |
Hunnid bands switchin' lanes, while you slidin' wit’cha mane |
Throw some karats on the chain |
Got some money, stayed the same |
I ain’t in it for the fame |
I ain’t in it for the politicin', never been a Politician, mane |
But I bad when fuckin' with the vision with the campaign |
Every since a young nigga switched up his hustle, nothin' been the same |
Late nights on the grind, I can’t even sleep, the money on my brain |
Candy paint, Caddy doors, keep the weed lit |
Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit |
Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip |
We wasn’t 'spose to be shit |
Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it) |
Hunnid packs, Maybachs, keep the weed lit |
Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit |
Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip |
We wasn’t 'spose to be shit |
Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it) |