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blackbox cypher (bl@ckbox) - berna 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-ngb-ng or you break down blocks
f-ck that shit, 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 shit
nah, i don’t deserve this shit
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-ck his b-tch
i’ll open her mouth, flick two b-lls on her tongue
she’s gonna suck this d-ck
i’m a good yout but a good yout tun bad
if a man tryna take me for a prick
f-ck 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, turn on the ac
charlie, cool 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 shit from the uk to the colosseum in rome
all my niggas 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 niggas went and bought me clothes
life is a f-ckery
you don’t know me so don’t judge me
cuh, that’s the shit 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 niggas 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-ck the feds”
pussy nigga, motherf-ck your ends
don’t rep for no f-ckin’ ends
you’ll already f-ckin’ know that i ride for my f-ckin’ woes
f-ck your redrum, krept, my darg will redrum your bro
then send a four door to your f-cking’ 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-ckin’ feet
and yeah, it’s that f-ckin’ deep
when you big bros died from a gang crime turned a good boy to a f-ckin’ creep
i talk but it’s like they don’t hear me speak
it’s b1, get rich, stack dough, f-ck a b-tch
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-ckin’ 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-ck 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-ck your handouts and f-ck 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-ckin’ 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-ck
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
p-ss 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-ck with these broke bois that can’t rap for shit
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 shit, .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-ck 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-ck 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-ck 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 death, 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-ck that!

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