Ever Do It - Berner, Curren$y, Casey Veggies

Yup

Da da da da da da

Turnin' this all into paper

Uh

Yeah

Been together since we were kids

Through thick and thin you made me rich, I couldn’t quit

It’s hard to switch, you put a hunnid fifty on my wrist

We took trips, the risk it got me feeling sick

It’s a crazy rush, I could never make enough

You make it hard for me to sleep, why you wake me up?

You’ve been crazy lately, why you getting people killed?

Only few respect you, the rest will probably squeal

You taught me how to turn a intro to a couple bills

Different level deals, damn I miss the homie Phil

Every time I take a loss, I start to hate you more

Another war, who’s keeping score, we winnin' more

I love the game, keep the fame, bullet proof the range

And dig a hole for the lames, shit will never change

And this is for the one and only

The dope game, your homie Bern'

They got nothin' on me

Candy paint range drizzle skittles on my latest

I got polish on my Daytons

I got lil' mama waiting

I pull up to her spot daily on my rounds gettin' my paper

Occasionally call her baby though she not my lady

Paper crazy?

Yeah

I been chasin' bags and I spin it fast, then replace them rags

Lace it up, all facts, If I ever spat

It was a song about stoners who made stacks

Put my city on the map

Stuck my safe in the wall like thumbtacks

Runnin' back, touchdown, homie, where that money at?

Range Rover, smokin' doja, bumpin' No Limit Soldiers

I miss C-Murder and the homie Mac

Locked behind bars, open up my weed jars

Rollin' up them fatties while my homies rap

See, we wan’t born wit' it, dat weed was no choice but to go get it

That’s what make us all go-getters

Candy paint, Caddy doors, keep the weed lit

Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit

Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip

We wasn’t 'spose to be shit

Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it)

Hunnid packs, Maybachs, keep the weed lit

Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit

Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip

We wasn’t 'spose to be shit

Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it)

Said we just eatin', what we been doin'

Off the fat of the land, we sprout the seed sewn

Exotic weed blowin', got the trees growin'

Acres of the Z goin'

Fam, get the pack on the arm, two-hunnid Ps floatin'

Machine in motion, been the plug for a couple moments

Ups and downs, rollercoastin' but we feel we chosen

Deep as oceans but we get it with this jet propulsion

Stayin' focused, sit back, relax and roll this

Achieve goals, ash roaches

Grab vultures by they fuckin' wings and pluck 'em out your airspace

Don’t ever let your sun get blocked by their shade (no)

I said don’t ever let your sun get block by their shade

I got a full sun field of dreams, all organic (haha)

I stuck my neck out a few times, that was the standard (uh huh)

Brought the fellas with me, didn’t leave 'em abandoned (come on)

Now the eagle’s landed, all the packs are stamped and branded (skittles)

Left 'em standin', powered and we took full advantage (yup)

Now the trinkets and accessories all dipped and lavish

Different standards of what we accept in general

And that’s what makes us all Generals (yeah, Generals)

For the money we bled, you heard what he said

I’m try’na think of somethin' clever that go over your head

Cargo, off with the top, came straight off of the block

I’m 'bout to put the play together like A.I.

with the rock

I’m talkin' profit margin, baby, I got my eyes on the stock

I keep a squad full of bosses, we be vibin' a lot

I be fly as a plane

Baby, I made my own lane, no, we are not one in the same

I’m not like these lames

Fresh don’t gotta sting, Got problems but I can’t complain

I smile through the pain

I got two feet in the game

I got my hands on the money then I went insane

The weight of the world on my shoulder, I’m hopin' I don’t get a sprain, yeah

Hunnid bands switchin' lanes, while you slidin' wit’cha mane

Throw some karats on the chain

Got some money, stayed the same

I ain’t in it for the fame

I ain’t in it for the politicin', never been a Politician, mane

But I bad when fuckin' with the vision with the campaign

Every since a young nigga switched up his hustle, nothin' been the same

Late nights on the grind, I can’t even sleep, the money on my brain

Candy paint, Caddy doors, keep the weed lit

Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit

Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip

We wasn’t 'spose to be shit

Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it)

Hunnid packs, Maybachs, keep the weed lit

Man, you know how we get, we be on that G-shit

Sunrise to sundown, we re-up then we re-flip

We wasn’t 'spose to be shit

Now we blowin' Gs (the best to ever do it)