2nd to None
I'm tired of working
Im tryna kick back
I'm tired of working
I'm tryna relax
If I wasn't working
My paper won't stack
So ima keep working
I promise you that
It's Bernie and I'm back
Tryna put the city on the map
Where I'm from you gotta stay strapped
Cause niggas leave bones ain't no harmony
I pray to God, Good Luck harming me
So wherever I'm at that's where I outta be
Hopefully I'll be at the dealership where the Audi's be
I'm tryna cop 4 rings and some offset Cartis
B, this for the Culture
I don't play games with niggas but I'll coach em
If everybody eats the streets could prolly sleep
Peak when you sleep cause niggas be on sneak
I ain't going off on tracks to whip a Jeep
Too many niggas done crashed at their peak
I ain't coming down from the top it's too steep
But Tryna stab me in my back I might leap
Rap game ain't finna be the same
This shit gone have to change
Cause I ain't stepping in the booth spitting all of this truth
And recognizing all of this pain to stay the same
I'm tryna feel something nigga
I ain't always tryna kill something nigga
Let's break bread go and build something nigga
Let's not stop till we got ten figures
By March Hov made like 600 million
And he started off a regular nigga
We gotta think much bigger
Ima paint you a picture
Each stroke gone get realer and realer
You can Depict this shit however you feel it
I know what the deal is and I'm playing my cards right
So I'm just jump right in it
I ain't gone stop till I'm finished
I been focused on the mission
Grind, don't stop till i get it
Making niggas Realize Even when I'm done I ain't finish
So they like "Bernie, what's next"
A couple of checks I'm Paying off debts
Student loans at my neck and I'm Avoiding credit checks
But I ain't even gone stress Cause I can still flex
Talking me and gang social distance on a jet
Pick a city We ain't fucked up yet
Spend it all Back to the Land Get it back
I'm tired of working
Im tryna kick back
I'm tired of working
I'm tryna relax
If I wasn't working
My paper won't stack
So ima keep working
I promise you that
If no one else is I'm proud of me
Never be second to a nigga Fuck a prodigy
Im tryna kick back
I'm tired of working
I'm tryna relax
If I wasn't working
My paper won't stack
So ima keep working
I promise you that
It's Bernie and I'm back
Tryna put the city on the map
Where I'm from you gotta stay strapped
Cause niggas leave bones ain't no harmony
I pray to God, Good Luck harming me
So wherever I'm at that's where I outta be
Hopefully I'll be at the dealership where the Audi's be
I'm tryna cop 4 rings and some offset Cartis
B, this for the Culture
I don't play games with niggas but I'll coach em
If everybody eats the streets could prolly sleep
Peak when you sleep cause niggas be on sneak
I ain't going off on tracks to whip a Jeep
Too many niggas done crashed at their peak
I ain't coming down from the top it's too steep
But Tryna stab me in my back I might leap
Rap game ain't finna be the same
This shit gone have to change
Cause I ain't stepping in the booth spitting all of this truth
And recognizing all of this pain to stay the same
I'm tryna feel something nigga
I ain't always tryna kill something nigga
Let's break bread go and build something nigga
Let's not stop till we got ten figures
By March Hov made like 600 million
And he started off a regular nigga
We gotta think much bigger
Ima paint you a picture
Each stroke gone get realer and realer
You can Depict this shit however you feel it
I know what the deal is and I'm playing my cards right
So I'm just jump right in it
I ain't gone stop till I'm finished
I been focused on the mission
Grind, don't stop till i get it
Making niggas Realize Even when I'm done I ain't finish
So they like "Bernie, what's next"
A couple of checks I'm Paying off debts
Student loans at my neck and I'm Avoiding credit checks
But I ain't even gone stress Cause I can still flex
Talking me and gang social distance on a jet
Pick a city We ain't fucked up yet
Spend it all Back to the Land Get it back
I'm tired of working
Im tryna kick back
I'm tired of working
I'm tryna relax
If I wasn't working
My paper won't stack
So ima keep working
I promise you that
If no one else is I'm proud of me
Never be second to a nigga Fuck a prodigy
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Writer(s): Bernard Branner Jr.
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