Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pull Me In, artist - Berner. Album song Sleepwalking, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Pull Me In |
They wonder why I would ever leave the game |
'Cause they was speakin' on me when them people came |
I just want the money I dont need the fame |
And RIP to the Jack the band never be the same, JA |
The dope game it tried to pull me in |
I was countin' cocaine money with Peruvians |
Tryna shake broke bitches, yeah I’m on the move again |
Back to sendin' boxes out, I turn two to ten |
Man this money feel good but it’s temporarily |
This shit don’t last I’m smokin' at the cemetary |
Thinkin' bout my homeboys the shit we did was legendary |
I be spendin' outdoor money all February |
Every time I leave they try to pull me in |
Headshots, dead bodies though |
I’m tired of losin' friends |
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again |
Freedom, nah that’s somethin' I can’t lose again |
Every time I leave they try to pull me in |
Headshots, dead bodies though |
I’m tired of losin' friends |
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again |
Freedom, nah that’s somethin' I can’t lose again |
When I die, will they forget my name? |
And dont cry, 'cause I don’t miss the pain |
I love my daughter, yeah I miss her face |
Lil bro got me, make sure the kids are safe |
All the drama tryna pull me in |
Fuck you too, yeah go ahead and lose with them |
You with the shit? |
Go ahead and prove it then |
We keep cannons stray bullets on the loose again |
I’m in my Benz ridin' through Marin |
Blue pills, duffel bags full of, big blue bills to spend |
When we touch down we open up boxes |
I’mma ball all summer with my profit |
We live to die young |
Every time I leave they try to pull me in |
Headshots, dead bodies though |
I’m tired of losin' friends |
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again |
Freedom, nah that’s somethin' I can’t lose again |
Every time I leave they try to pull me in |
Headshots, dead bodies though |
I’m tired of losin' friends |
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again |
Freedom, nah that’s somethin' I can’t lose again |
Next to God I got no fear |
All I lost it’s been a cold year |
Pain got me numb, ain’t no more tears |
Pray to fly away but ain’t no lears |
Thinkin' bout Jack, I’m thinkin' bout my brother |
Think he doin' life I’d hate to be my mother |
Homie say they love us why they undercover? |
Talkin' to the people, came up from the gutta |
Fuck 'em, I stay out of their way |
No love I ride around with the K |
God got me, in the night I don’t pray |
Gotta to what’s best for Trae |
Used to be a cool nigga |
All that fuck shit turned me into a fool nigga |
Shit real, I can show you what to do nigga |
That’s 1 triple 0 times 2 nigga |
In the field with that late night, no lights |
For my niggas in the pen give no kites |
Tryna win nigga fuck seeing slow nights |
I ain’t tryna hear shit nigga show right |
Haters, I don’t understand them |
I’m tryna live I’m tryna see that Phantom |
Look at this wrist I dropped a 100 band on |
King of the city why they wanna ban him? |
Every time I leave they try to pull me in |
Headshots, dead bodies though |
I’m tired of losin' friends |
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again |
Freedom, nah that’s somethin' I can’t lose again |
Every time I leave they try to pull me in |
Headshots, dead bodies though |
I’m tired of losin' friends |
Phone clickin', drug money got me on the move again |
Freedom, nah that’s somethin' I can’t lose again |