Lyrics Home - Berner
I
can
feel
it
in
the
air
like
Bean
said
Shit,
I'm
already
rich,
I
don't
need
bread
Groupies
back
stage
giving
me
head
Ex
D-boy
still
roll
real
weed
here
Man,
I
just
wanna
leave
a
legacy
Pass
me
the
green,
I
need
some
weed
with
my
Hennessey
Ma,
I'm
way
too
drunk
to
drive
But
I
gotchu
on
my
mind,
good
pussy
and
it's
mine,
boo
She
works
late
night,
all
the
time
7AM,
barely
home,
baby
why
you
crying
White
leather
seats,
two
Z's,
I'mma
sleep
fine
Police
behind
me
and
I'm
dirty,
fuck
state
time
High
speeds,
for
my
strippers
in
the
club
All
my
lil
homies
in
the
trap
house
trimming
bud
It's
love,
bitch
Now
fire
up
that
fly
shit
09',
no
one
beat
my
prices
With
this
bag
I'm
the
nicest
Solid
plug,
outta
California,
boy,
that's
priceless
They
love
me
out
in
Texas,
legend
on
the
East
Coast
Everywhere
I
go,
windows
down
smell
the
weed
smoke
This
the
Cookie
man
himself
Top
Shelf
Let
the
wax
smell
burn
I'm
just
tryna
make
it
home
I
pray
to
god
I
make
it
home
With
a
neck
full
of
stones,
few
prices
on
my
dome
for
real
I'm
just
tryna
make
it
home
Drunk
textin'
on
my
phone,
I'm
gone
I
pray
to
god
I
make
it
home
45
on
my
lap,
I
ride
alone
and
I'm
just
tryna
make
it
home
When
I
get
to
the
crib,
I
miss
my
kids
here
(Fam
first)
Drunk
alone
for
the
fifth
year
I
lost
my
wife,
she
and
my
mom
passed
It
was
rough,
still
Bay
drug
money
in
cuts
Then
it's
money
in
my
cup
I'mma
try
and
live
it
up
but
I
feel
like
givin'
up
This
one's
for
the
dreams
that
came
true
for
me
When
I
die
smoke
two
for
me
Gamble
like
my
brother,
but
I'm
playing
with
my
life
I
got
a
thing
for
new
ice
This
custom
piece
looks
all
pretty
in
the
lights
Drug
dealer,
I
love
the
city
life
These
four
cars
get
cleaner
every
year
More
death
make
it
harder,
shed
a
tear
(Rest
in
Peace)
I'm
just
tryna
make
it
home
Drunk
drivin'
on
the
road
Drunk
textin'
on
my
phone
Girl,
I
never
sleep
alone
and
you
know
that
That
pretty
ass
looks
so
fat
Lay
her
on
the
bed
and
let
her
give
me
dome
While
I
crack
this
fresh
bottle
of
Patron
I'm
just
glad
I
made
it
home
I'm
just
tryna
make
it
home
I
pray
to
god
I
make
it
home
With
a
neck
full
of
stones,
few
prices
on
my
dome
for
real
I'm
just
tryna
make
it
home
Drunk
textin'
on
my
phone,
I'm
gone
I
pray
to
god
I
make
it
home
45
on
my
lap,
I
ride
alone
and
I'm
just
tryna
make
it
home
1 Am I Wrong
2 Home
3 Life Goes On
4 Still Rich
5 Homeboys
6 Seal
7 All We Do
8 Plug Name
9 Murals / Changes
10 Kansas City / Drug Runner
11 Feel
12 Best Thang Smokin
13 Cream
14 Last Run
15 Telephone
16 Gunplay
17 Burn One
18 Next Up
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