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will strike
Don’t look east of London fair
It might frighten you to despair
Stay well away, from Buck’s Row or Dorset
Berner street or mitre squarette

Most exciting night for me was “The Double Event”
First bitch Elizabeth Stride, down on Berner Street,
I took her to the yard of the socialist club,

Berner on my hip, beanie on my head
Berner on my hip, black beanie on my head
Berner on my hip, beanie on my head
I'm on my hood shit, I'm on my hood

a few summers off
I'm back hotter than the burner burner
Back hotter than the burner
Breaking breaking rappers off like cookies
Shoutout to Berner

fesses
Pour qu'les SDF s'allongent pas dans la street 
Ils ont mis en place tout un dispositif
Le gouvernement nous fait danser le jerk (jerk)
Ils ont

indeed
Pull up in Atlanta with Berner
That burner on me
What the fuck do you mean? Quavo ballin'
Rasheed trappin' big birds
I got 'em off of Sesame Street

to the streets (I told you)
Ah tradeline gone pipe it up
Then put that turbo on the street
Heaven sent, but I'm smokin' devil pie and gelato thirty three
My son

Pluto
Berner
(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)
(Early morning flights and long nights)
That zootie, that cookie baking (know I'm sayin?)
Look

dript out ja hola hola
Farbigi dimonds ja ig bi mir se am hole
Hola dript out ja hola hola
Hola Berner hustle nid, si nur am mobbe

Ola, hola hola hola

(On God, God)
The streets left me scarred (Me, scarred)
Nigga, I'm bleedin', but it's concrete showin' ('Crete showin')
So the karma don't catch up

and let Berner know that I want a pound
In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around
305 nigga 'til they gun me down
Little kids in the streets gotta

a killer leave DNA
Put a bag on you, they'll kill you in a day
Got in my bag, better get out my way, they'll burn you
Need weed, call Berner on a burner

floating

Down the street, pound a beat
I smoke a pound a week
Heard about it, don't believe
Come to my house and see I be high
I be somewhere where

told mami just go down slow
I'm from the projects, my nigga
Could give a fuck about an "Old Town Road" (I don't care)
I hit Berner for Pound Cake, he

switch the topic
Smoke them cookies, Berner dropping
Knew he hooked the boy up so good but
That shit so good I copped it
When I'm all alone, in my home

from the Bay to the UK
Certified in the streets, yeah
All my dudes paid

RIP all the fallen soldiers
Free all the guys locked down
Shout out to the whole

Telephone

Berner

Hempire

2016

cold as the streets
Remember in December back in two-thousand-and-three
When they handed me a hundred-thousand dollars for some weed
It was me, Nice,

Murals / Changes

Atmosphere

Hempire

2016

now, not when I'm gone
Frisco shit, I'm still at home
When my daughter leaves, I'mma feel alone
I'm back in the streets where the killers roam
Still

member'll kill you, plus he a earner (earner)
I got up with a Berner more cookies than you done heard of
Woke up to the bitch of my dreams and then I curved

the beast in me so I need a cage
Know we got it when it comes to exotics, fuck a bad hand
We blowing Cookies at Berners on Haight out in San Fran
They also

I'm ah shooter he ah shooter we some drillaz in these streets
I'm ah shooter for my brother and my brother shoot for me
I am quick to hit ah skit if

Where they make cream from waffles and cones
And I ain't talking Cold Stone
Or work it like Berner and push that shit
That'll get you Cold Stoned
Or work

veux nous voir, pay two time
Dans la street j'ride, je bosse
A deux dans la rra-ri
Frero fais pas crari
Tu sais que dans le binks j'suis chaud
Tu sais

Although maybe once or twice a day (twice a day)
Might burn on that London pound cake (my sugar) (pound)
The homie Berner came through and he blazed