Berna (USA) - Blackbox Cypher (BL@CKBOX) lyrics

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Berna (USA) - Blackbox Cypher (BL@CKBOX) lyrics

[Drake - "Summer Sixteen" Instrumental] Yo, it's Berna, yea Listen Let's start from the top Grind and stack on the low lord knows that man a get gwop But let me not stunt I was once broke, so broke Didn't have P's to get sweets from a shop Where I'm from you either move food Bang guns or you g**n or you break down blocks f** that sh**, throw me a hally You're a barcs, yeah my main make, everyting pop I ain't no trapper But I know a couple man that grow that green like crops Daddy weren't around so my big bro had to man up Fam, go and take that spot Struggling to live, mummy didn't have no job 7 kids on child benefits I'd think to myself like, I don't deserve this sh** Nah, I don't deserve this sh** Why couldn't I be like my rich white friends that whipped 'round in a German whip? Only whip I knew was when you whip up the work White stuff, go serve that brick Only thing I knew Cause if man was a opp 44s gonna murk that prick If that prick's girl is a pengers Then I'ma go and f** his b**h I'll open her mouth, flick two balls on her tongue She's gonna s** this dick I'm a good yout but a good yout tun bad If a man tryna take me for a prick f** a flip-knife, I'll flick out my fist Right jab, left hook, Bruce Lee with the kicks I heard dem boi there were talkin' my name Everybody is gonna be talkin' my name en route to a milli Yes, I am I-C to the E-Y from head to my feet If it's beef you can have dargs at your door Track address with your IP, ICP You can see the bird on my jeans and the target on my Stoney I don't trap-trap in the bando I flip squares till they're made then I see P from AC to London AC Charlie, go down the booth when Berna gets in the zone Way back when I was broke and gyal didn't rate me Now they're all on my phone Pick up the phone, that's the money callin' me Yeah, we grindin' till the mornin', G Stack so large I could line that sh** from the UK to the Colosseum in Rome All my n***as roam the streets with loaded heats You can get a chrome to your dome My big bro died, vision still haunting me R.I.P. my brudda Chrome Money through the ends and my woes Ten toes, ten toes I'll ride then die for my bros When I had no P, rips on the bottom of my jeans My n***as went and bought me clothes Life is a f**ery You don't know me so don't judge me Cuh, that's the sh** that'll bug me My ends like a jungle Big apes with banana clips You can get robbed for a monkey So please don't say that you're on me Cuh my n***as bust shots like Henry Ain't no time to waste, you man like to play But this ain't a game like Jumanji Cause I grind hard and I won't stop till my stack grows Swipe cards then I bank squares till I'm bankrolled Anyway, I go, gang go And if all flop, plan B is the bando I don't shot crow but I smoke crow till my eyes roll Try me, that's unlikely, ICEY that's the time piece under my sleeve Gucci, on my tee and on my feet Yo, B one stack bands, cash in the backpack Yo can get slapped if you act bad Smokin' this reefa, blow O's like it's Shisha Man, I love all my ziggy backstrapped If you clap first we'll clap back Send a couple shots to your snap back B1, I'm a fraudster I don't trap-trap And when I see dem I want revenge Click-clack bang the skeng Medieval, take their head Told the Feds they can take me pen Still screamin', "f** the Feds" p**y n***a, motherf** your ends Don't rep for no f**in' ends You'll already f**in' know that I ride for my f**in' woes f** your Redrum, Krept, my darg will redrum your bro Then send a four door to your f**ing' home I ain't even on beef with my mum, I'll raise the heat I'm the guy that they can't defeat My legacy will walk this earth till I beef with my f**in' feet And yeah, it's that f**in' deep When you big bros died from a gang crime turned a good boy to a f**in' creep I talk but it's like they don't hear me speak It's B1, get rich, stack dough, don't f** a b**h Can't solidate with no snitch Focus on money, no time for a honey Cuh Mummy told me dem are all witch Ain't got time for a set-up chick All these haters are irrelevant Had to start my career on a BL@CKBOX Where my big bro Chrome came and ended it R.I.P. f**in' Chrome [Stimpy & Scruface - "Nutty Voilinz" Instrumental] Yo, it's Berna, yea You already know what it is, man Comin' with this old school Grime beat Yea, they Didn't believe me when I said I'm the best my age that's spittin' Comin' with these toxic flows I can turn you Eden Hazard-ous Been exposed to the flows on the riddim Man, I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 flows I can give 'em f** a birdcall, I'll make your bird call When she sees that man ah man's flyer than a pigeon I do this on my lonely So f** your handouts and f** your ringings Dem man are not real, they are phonies You wouldn't last a day in this life that I'm livin' You ain't got the heart for it No it's not for the faint ones I thank the Lord for the pagans cause I wouldn't have spotted my real friends if it wasn't for the fake ones Got stacks in the basement Make dough, stack dough, spend dough, got connects like BT, no rendo From the East like J Spades Man are tryna Ace of Spades until my motherf**in' head gold I be chillin' with one I can make man bust five times in 5 minutes, that's head goals Yeah, the life of a rogue But man haffi ten pounds and ten bags, bro, that's bread rolls, that's bread rolls, nuts Rudeboi, I don't give a f** My ends, your ends, his ends, [?] Cuh, man a catch everything, shots Man a get spun Bredrin, I'm not the one, nah Bredrin, I'm not the one Pa** me the chip and the wrist Man a meditate like monks Had enough of these punks Any boi wanna try me, get slumped Get left in the dump From a young lad I've been back on my ends like a warzone like Baghdad You're not bad, you just act bad If a man wanna mention my name You can get @'ed and #FLOWN One bang, two bang straight to your jawline, bro Do you really want more? Are you sure, are you sure? Are you sure, are you sure? I can't f** with these broke bois that can't rap for sh** Now that's what I call lyrically poor They can't handle the kid when I come on the skippy ting I'm hot on the mic, man, I'm sizzlin' Who's that boi? I'll diminish him Mk10, I'll finish him, finish him, finish him, what? Boom, it's peak when I step in the room This is my tune Any boy wanna chat sh**, .44 long, sweep man up like broom I remember dem a like, "Berna how long till you jump on the music?" Man, I'm like, "Soon" Now man spittin' bars in BL@CKBOX Two-two flows ain't everyting but I can do this flow, I can do his flow It's about that time so watch your Hublot When you see her ex tell her to send a CV She can be my baby mujo, baby mujo Tellin' me no kamaro Extended backbone breathing down my pipe like saxophone I can do this on my Jack Jones I am the new school saviour, big boi paper Chicken eater, gyal dem [?] MMLC jumper Nike on my sneaker Feeling the kid? Then turn up your speaker Turn up, turn up, turn up your speaker Late night creeper, black grim reaper Got something to say? Then speak up But don't chat on the low cause I'm not no eediat Bag full of green, Berna with the burner in his pouch or a shank in his jeans I don't know about dem boi there You can't compare, rudeboi, you can't f** with my team I told them, "I'm gonna be a famous artist" They giggle, fam, why are you laughin'? Long as my team's gonna ride, cuhz by my side Nobody on earth can f** with my dream Cause I came out, came out on a mad ting Sprayed quick 16, it's a sad ting Claim they're on it then run like Sonic My big darg shows up with a hand ting Bang-bang-bang, bare man dancin' But you said you bang guns, why are your man frontin'? Boi you should, boi you should back everything But the beef kicked off and he was glancin' But you, you, you about to get slewed, slewed He came up with four guys, he went back with two, two MMLC, that's me and my crew, crew Make money and stack dough, you already knew, knew Like, you already know that I do this Fake friends, no time for a Judas I'm the best in the scene, I'ma prove it If you f** with the fam, I'll lose it You see the chick on your neck? You can lose it You see the chick by your side? You can lose it And then the bra on her chest, tell her, "lose it" Cause when I win, rudeboy, you're losin' Yo, cuh man are winning now, skippiest flows Man is silly? How? I was dead broke no coin for my biggie's mouth Really is mad how I rose from the bottom Chillin' in the dark night Gotham, ayy Batman, stop him These guys are some jokers Stunt for the Gram, I'll rob him Walk off poppin' Can't stop me when I'm on the big mic Tell Stormzy I'm a #Problem No feet when I stepped in the game It's life or d**h, bro, this ain't a game I'm the best my age, best get that in your brain Not one of dem cuh we're not the same Fireman Sam can't stop these flames Word on the streets, I'm the man of the pave Grindin' stacks what I do for the pay So man can't chat 'bout no minimum wage No, f** that!

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