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r.i.p - berner lyrics

[verse 1: berner]
the weight is spoilin’ my lungs
it’s like the bloodline is royal
kingpin sh*t, yeah, the whole team’s loyal
i switched up vans, when the bags hit the soil
my chest hurt, gary with the [?] (oh, boy)
i fell asleep and woke up to another play
i had to win, i been eatin’ anyway
f*ck a chain, i start a trust for all my friends’ kids
celebratin’, i’m knowin’ this can end quick
check the résumé, i never play
watch it all accelerate
accept it, i’ma set the rates
you know me, i need c.o.d
i got on sellin’ cheap og’s
it’s hard to be lowkey
my vision blurry from the psychedelics
another story, i know my rivals felt it
pre*sell everything, you have to try and sell it
i’on have to market share, i’m gettin’ kinda selfish, yeah
in melrose, did a quarter ticket
my brother alex brought a bag when he came to visit
i’m in my zone, god bless the vision
twenty*four*seven, nah, there ain’t no intermissions

[chorus: berner]
k!ll ’em all, slowly (murder, murder)
i had to murder the game (k!ll, k!ll, k!ll)
k!ll ’em all, slowly (murder, murder)
i had to murder the game (die, die, die)
k!ll ’em all, slowly (murder, murder)
i had to murder the game (k!ll, k!ll, k!ll)
k!ll ’em all, slowly (murder, murder)
i had to murder the game
[verse 2: tee grizzley]
i came home with 28 cents, now i’m multi platinum
they want me back in, boy, i bought a bentaga with the backend
but way before that, way before rap, i was somewhere with a strap
i ain’t even see this sh*t comin’, this was god’s doin’, that’s a fact
i thought i was gon’ come home, link up with bro, get the bag
[?] i’ma try to rap, then my first song got a plaque
then my first show hit capacity and these n*ggas got the audacity
to be askin’ me, when i ain’t had sh*t to hand ’em, they laughed at me
now money, commas, make up for my lack of [?]
you ain’t where you wanna be ’cause you be half*steppin’
n*ggas hate to meet they fate, man, that’s just said, ain’t it?
meanwhile i’m wit’ yo’ ho, this lil’ b*tch bad, ain’t she?
i’m just sick i had some people die before they saw this sh*t
they ask me how much i wanna make, i told ’em “all that sh*t”
i learned you don’t finish with the people that you started with
it’s bittersweet (it’s bittersweet), but r.i.p, ayy

- berner lyrics

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