Get Your Mind Right

Berner
Tell that bitch to leave, I don't really care
The diamonds on my wrist drip, 4 carats in tha air
Feeling like a king, I don't have to steer (wha)
This car drive itself, 30 mill in one year (twenty fifteen)
My fam died, not a tear drop
Police right behind and, I'm not gonna stop
Shit, we gettin' money out of bops and I
Flip weed and do a bump off the block
Lil' momma got ass but
Dance slow but she wanna talk cash
Hardcore hash live fast til' I pass
Will they cry when I'm gone
Few haters gonna laugh, shit
Smoke tough, I can never quit
Rolly on the wrist, I can never get enough of this
Pull on the ham, make it scream loud
X5, today I brought the beamer out

Breathe in, breathe out
Put it in the air, hell yeah
This is one for the stoners

B-Real
Turn it up, let the smoke settle



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Wynn Woods, Gilbert Anthony Jr Milam
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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