Yup Da da da da da da Turnin' this all into paper Uh Yeah [Verse 1: Berner] 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 150 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 k**ed? 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 [?] 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, sh** will never change And this is for the one and only The dope game, your homie Bern They got nothin' on me [Verse 2: ?] Candy paint range drizzle skittles on my latest I got pilage on my [?] I got lil mama waiting I pull up to her spot daily All my rounds gettin' my paper Occasionally call her baby though she not my lady