| Yeah
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| It’s your boy Coz
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| Back on that reality rap
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| In case you missed
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| Took a break
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| Gotta get my weight up
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| Make sure my fam’s good
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| Real money leave suckas with a sour taste
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| Outta state, tryna' dump out-door sour grape
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| I’m in the coke white drop, next to powder flake
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| Kill a snitch, take a piss on a cowards face
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| Inside of the raid look like outter space
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| I’m feelin' tired, late night, still countin' cake
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| Fuck a fake, tuck your chain when you come around
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| We run the underground, clips with a hundred round
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| Bags with the good smoke, yeah
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| Old schools with the gold spokes, dumb whips
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| The streets love Bern, I made my plug rich
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| I hit the club and highside on a young bitch
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| Hunnit’s fallin' out my jeans
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| Henny spillin' out my cup
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| Hundred-k retainer got my lawyers ready, fired up
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| We just want a chance without all them other hands
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| Tryna' get a piece of what we work for
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| For our fam
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| True
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| Pedal to the metal 'til we crash
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| Quick cash
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| Got me on one
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| Why we gotta live fast
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| We the next up
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| We the next up
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| Run around work in the stash
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| Money come and money go
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| They say it won’t last
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| But my ends up
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| Yeah, my ends up
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| We the next up
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| I look at life a lil different now, my son older
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| Kinda like a dope fean tryna' become sober
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| Finally reachin' my dreams, I couldn’t come closer
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| But I could still picture my homie slumped over
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| You never know who it’s gonna be to come for you
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| Same one to carry the gun for you
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| That’s why my circle close
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| The one’s you love a lot, be those you hurt the most
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| But I still search for hope
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| Got a son to raise, how could I serve the dope
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| Rather be hurt than broke
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| Been on the curb with coke
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| Still feelin' nervous though
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| I got the urge for dough
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| Put in my time, I’m ready, now I deserve the blow
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| Yeah, I’m not a killer, I’m far from it
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| The weed in this cigar done it
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| I panic, didn’t see the car comin'
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| Life’s a race, we all runnin'
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| The money, the power, and respect, we all want it
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| I’m up next
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| Pedal to the metal 'til we crash
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| Quick cash
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| Got me on one
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| Why we gotta live fast
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| We the next up
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| We the next up
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| Run around work in the stash
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| Money come and money go
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| They say it won’t last
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| But my ends up
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| Yeah, my ends up
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| We the next up
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| Cat’s reachin'
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| Speakin' on the Berner’s name
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| Mad we don’t earn the same
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| I tell 'em learn the game
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| He don’t deserve a chain
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| You cats is actin' like bitches, now
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| I taste good Lemon when I burn the J
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| It’s gettin' hard to focus
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| You know my bag the dopest
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| They runnin' with the game, I think they know they owe us
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| I’m just another grower lookin' for the money pile
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| Love me when I’m here and when I’m gone I think I’ll know who smile
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| Yeah
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| We the next up
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| Dom P' in my red cup
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| Playin' with her mind got her head all messed up
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| But baby girl went and got her ends up
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| Pedal to the metal 'til we crash
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| Quick cash
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| Got me on one
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| Why we gotta live fast
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| We the next up
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| We the next up
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| Run around work in the stash
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| Money come and money go
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| They say it won’t last
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| But my ends up
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| Yeah, my ends up
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| We the next up
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| We the next up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Up, artist - Berner. Album song Hempire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп