BerniePatrol
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options
Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking
She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin?
Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working
I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't got no options
When shit heated like the sun, well there's a lot of capping
Just like Christmas, I be gifted cause I'm good at rapping
I don't really do the clubs, I'd rather go to addy's
Shit I ain't even take a xan I'm popping like a Xanax
Rosco he done paved the way
I ain't change, I'm not the same
My stove work day to day
Can't care what nobody say
Told that hoe that I'm the chef
Why that girl be serving face
Two phones like Kevin Gates
She NASA cause I need my space
Cook it like spatula whipping
I said my vows to the kitchen
Can't do that it's bad for business
Sometimes I make bad decisions
She can't get mentioned
Just cause she in my mentions
I been finessing
I leave a oppa guessing
I don't these know these niggas, no
Two l, pour up a four
Aint trap like this before
Play my like my role like pick and roll
I don't know these niggas please
My flow cold, four degrees
She give that brain got four degrees
She wishing she got more of me
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options
Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking
She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin?
Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working
I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't go no options
Smoking on gas, no gas in the car
Got ADHD like Kendrick Lamar
The way that I shine, I know I'm a star
My water Van Gogh, I'm spitting this art
Fuck it, I rip it apart
Bernie the chef, I cook by the pot
How many problems you got? A lot
I never know if it's love or lust
She said, on period, I got the flow
The greens drive me, I gotta go
I don't know these niggas no
If my walls could speak they'd break yo soul
Bernie like a new a premiere
The way these niggas watching me
I loved it when I drove the range
I start the whip without the keys
A lot of shit that you won't see
Where would I be without my G's
The plug he thinking bout a M
That's why he gotta move the g's
Cape Town to Pangea
Smoked some weed, still landed on a beach
The bars I spit just like a speech
I wrote my father's eulogy
I don't know these niggas, no
Two l, pour up a four
Aint trap like this before
Play my like my role like pick and roll
I don't know these niggas please
My flow cold four degrees
She give that brain got four degrees
She wishing she got more of me
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options
Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking
She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin?
Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working
I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't go no options
Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options
Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking
She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin?
Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working
I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't got no options
When shit heated like the sun, well there's a lot of capping
Just like Christmas, I be gifted cause I'm good at rapping
I don't really do the clubs, I'd rather go to addy's
Shit I ain't even take a xan I'm popping like a Xanax
Rosco he done paved the way
I ain't change, I'm not the same
My stove work day to day
Can't care what nobody say
Told that hoe that I'm the chef
Why that girl be serving face
Two phones like Kevin Gates
She NASA cause I need my space
Cook it like spatula whipping
I said my vows to the kitchen
Can't do that it's bad for business
Sometimes I make bad decisions
She can't get mentioned
Just cause she in my mentions
I been finessing
I leave a oppa guessing
I don't these know these niggas, no
Two l, pour up a four
Aint trap like this before
Play my like my role like pick and roll
I don't know these niggas please
My flow cold, four degrees
She give that brain got four degrees
She wishing she got more of me
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options
Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking
She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin?
Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working
I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't go no options
Smoking on gas, no gas in the car
Got ADHD like Kendrick Lamar
The way that I shine, I know I'm a star
My water Van Gogh, I'm spitting this art
Fuck it, I rip it apart
Bernie the chef, I cook by the pot
How many problems you got? A lot
I never know if it's love or lust
She said, on period, I got the flow
The greens drive me, I gotta go
I don't know these niggas no
If my walls could speak they'd break yo soul
Bernie like a new a premiere
The way these niggas watching me
I loved it when I drove the range
I start the whip without the keys
A lot of shit that you won't see
Where would I be without my G's
The plug he thinking bout a M
That's why he gotta move the g's
Cape Town to Pangea
Smoked some weed, still landed on a beach
The bars I spit just like a speech
I wrote my father's eulogy
I don't know these niggas, no
Two l, pour up a four
Aint trap like this before
Play my like my role like pick and roll
I don't know these niggas please
My flow cold four degrees
She give that brain got four degrees
She wishing she got more of me
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be cornered and I got no options
Who be that, I don't really know, but these niggas lurking
She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin?
Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study working
I swear I almost myself but shit it wasn't worth it
I don't know these niggas around me, but these niggas watching
Sometimes I feel like I be boxed and I ain't go no options
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Writer(s): Bernie Rosco
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