House Titles (feat. Demrick)

Word around town, I got the streets lit

They say bang my line, I don't need shit

You gotta be careful who you eat with

House titles and pink slips

Big Bern, I got the weed lit

A hunnid fifty thou what we each split

Man, I'm tired of this street shit

House titles and pink slips

I'm sick of the same old combo

The sheep still follow, don't get lost in the pussy

Fall asleep on that bottle

I just cleared a few million and bought a new condo

See, I eat when I sleep but, shit, what do I know?

Word on the streets, Bern got a Jeep

Seven hundred dollar greenhouse, OGs

Yeah, turn the trap up for a week

The crib is really mine, it feels sweet not to lease

Bulletproof trucks, cookie-blue bus

Rollin' Gary Payton on my pink slip in the cut

Yeah, there's levels to this shit

Los Méros in this bitch, bag full of euro

Steppin' out the club with a Glock on me

Bern, I'm a dope-game hero

Word around town, I really get around

With a trunk full of pounds and we run the underground

B-Real

Word around town, I got the streets lit

They say bang my line, I don't need shit

You gotta be careful who you eat with

House titles and pink slips

Big Bern, I got the weed lit

A hunnid fifty thou what we split

Man, I'm tired of this street shit

House titles and pink slips

Headin' out to Spain on a private plane

Puttin' up a chain, come farm a strain

We bigger than life, got the brightest lights

We're the life of the party on many nights

Nothing but the finest for Your Highness

Pull out the bag, if it's booth it's a minus

We got that good for your hood, make it understood

Greenthumb made it out doin' all he could

Linked with the best in the Bay

Brought flavors right back to L.A.

Planted flags through the state, medicate

Recreation came our way and we slay

We keep growin' at an insane rate

What I been sayin', wait, it ain't never too late

To open the door and walk through and show you how to do it

But you gotta want it, man

All there is to it

Word around town, I got the streets lit

They say bang my line, I don't need shit

You gotta be careful who you eat with

House titles and pink slips

Big Bern, I got the weed lit

A hunnid fifty thou what we split

Man, I'm tired of this street shit

House titles and pink slips

Uh, educate the mind, gotta think rich

You know the fake switch, love to say you ain't shit

Was in the basement makin' bread like cake

Now the crib's spacious, ridin' in a spaceship

It makes sense if it makes dollars

Raise the price on these ****, make 'em mad commas

If it add problems, fuck it, I'm ready for whatever next

Get the bag, blow it fast, hustle another check

Heavy stress but the pay good

Had to put down a Backwoods, pick up the vibes

Count it up, a hundred thousand for the hundredth time

Got me paranoid, had to get a pistol just to ease my mind

But see, the grind never fallin' off

I was born for this shit, yeah, I gotta ball

If it ain't about the pay, then I'm not involved

'Cause you know it costs when you want it all

Word around town, I got the streets lit

They say bang my line, I don't need shit

You gotta be careful who you eat with

House titles and pink slips

Big Bern, I got the weed lit

A hunnid fifty thou what we split

Man, I'm tired of this street shit

House titles and pink slips