Berlin

I'm sure And she told me she love me, I know that she love me, we go from the bed to the floor But I'm actin' all funny and stuff and she know it like say we ain't- Look, yeah, look, listen Cah bae, she the best A hundred or more on the meter, I'm sure When she tell me she love me, I know that she love me, we go from the bed to the floor But I'm actin' all funny and stuff and she know it like say we ain't been here before Certain times, it be drivin' me mad, think I'm better at bein' a whore If it's on, then I'm swingin' my ching, couldn't tell you a time I relied on the law Fuck the truth, only lies that I saw No legit, strictly crime I was in More I make, I'll give back to the kids If you're real from the start then we're sharin' the win Never lower your head from a miss, if you ain't get it right then you double your shift Time it come and it goes We were the closest of kids way before all the fuckery showed But maybe that's it You're born and you live and you die when you're old With nothin' to give I promise I'm leavin' with somethin' to show Look, yeah If I'm blowin' on smelly, I'm blowin' it strong, true that plug was a bitch, but he gone Why this cat movin' edgy? I know what he's on Double back and send Mayhem and Probz Said I'm there in a minute, I'm sorry I'm long Been a while since I been on my job If she tell me me she want it, I'll give her the lot Love the way how she angle the gob If I'm back to the block, then I'm back to block Fuck it, nigga, I'm back to the block If it's heavy on one, then I'm pickin' up two if it's lowers the price then it's all prof' Where's the honey? I come for the lot Just gave seven to Sim, told him, "Play with the stocks" And I still got some left for the squad, gave a rack to the killys to play with the opps What you doing? I'm doing my job Get her off, I don't know what she on I tell Yucky to blow it (phew, phew) He leavin' a whole in a fob Thinking back I was gradually lost Money boy, where your salary gone? Need them never garn see me agains, I'm tired of all of these 'marry me' thots Look at the mess, stuck on the fence Girl, you're the one, ain't no need to pretend If you're there from the start, then you're there 'til the end Let's make it work, give a fuck 'bout your friends Way that you a freak, stuck on repeat Still got my tool when I step on the street If they playin' it funny then funny it be Come, see what I make in a week Come from a city with hunger and greed And needs like, "Please, just leave me be" Packin' my bag while I head for the sea Over and out when I finish my siege Stress on a pile, give me my weed Mad how they talk on this wonderful tree I got into this music cah music is me Follow my script and you'll see what I mean Yeah, run it back, let me hear that one