| It was all a dream, SK 100 round magazine
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| 16 on the scene before I had a thing
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| When livin' life like I am was just a fantasy
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| I started off with trash bags full of tree
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| They good go and a week
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| They’re doing bad and it’s sad that they’re mad at me
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| I’m far from innocent, the streets made me militant
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| God forgive me I repent everytime I sin
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| My shooters gettin', he wants to kill again
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| I’m on that new Berner, homie fill me in
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| Pussies snitchin' and people dying, the younger violent
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| My pack is loud, it’s far from quiete so come and buy it
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| I’m young and wild, I hardly smile, I’m in Ohio
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| With freeze movin' these P’s, watchin' this money pile up
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| They can’t believe where I’m at, I think they’re in denial
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| Another case dropped, we didn’t go to trial
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| It was all a dream, I was struck in the dro but I made it crack
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| Put on my money and blow and then I made it back
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| Forgive me lord, I know I’m wrong for the way I act
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| But I got prices on my head so I’m staying strapped
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| I came a long way from where I started out from
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| Big money and guns, you know the outcome
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| AK by the window, waitin' like Malcolm
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| All white Phantom, this is the white album
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| White chicks with that shit that they like to sniff
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| White diamonds on my wrist, white
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| White pills, white motherfuckin' album
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| Starin' out the window with my rifle like Malcolm
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| How you make it out from where you started out from?
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| Big money and guns, you know the outcome
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| I came a long way from robbin' homes
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| No father in my life, he left us on our own
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| Mom did the best she could but I needed more
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| I’m seeing more money than I’ve ever seen before
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| 17 sellin' hella cream and I put my first milli up before I turned 23
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| Nightmares have done young just like my mom
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| I got prices on my head, yeah they want me gone
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| But I’mma ride it out, figure it by hidin' out
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| Been hungry, quick money that’s what this life’s about
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| Rozay by the case, different weed to taste
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| When I leave the states you know I’m gonna bring some weight
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| It’s been 5 years now since he seen the cage
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| He got the right lawyer, he’ll beat the case
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| But it’s been 10 years since he seen her face
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| His baby moma’s trippin', she keep playing games
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| His own daughter think he’s dead, she doesn’t know his name
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| He just wants to explain why he went away
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| X Phantom still selling, fuck with the rest, tell 'em
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| He feels like he’s alone and I can’t help him
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| And I’m praying that everything goes well
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| Another day, another coke sell, huh.
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| Another driver hit, I’m hoping that he won’t tell
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| I got a solid plan, I’m knowing that I won’t fail
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| This kind of life comes with ups and downs
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| It finally feels like my luck might be runnin' out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White , by - Berner. Song from the album The White Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп