Hard Headed - Berner

Yeah, 2010

This the White Album baby

Pure, dope

None of that bullshit you sniffing

Pure dope

It’s that Colombian shit though

This that cream music

That dope boy theme music

Sweet tooth I got candy watch the fiends use it

Fresh bag fresh batch of that hard

My eyes lazy white lady but I back on them bars

I’m like the mirror with the coke on it

I got dope on me

White Benz with chrome big rims on it

I’m outta state getting love, I’m in Kansas City

And got a fly bitch that I flew out from Philly

Touchdown in New York I got a room in Queens

I’m rolling KEM up, I’m out here moving keys

Coke Wave but I’m not French Montana

I’m VIP club dreams in Atlanta

Phoenix Arizona when I leave Minnesota

I’m in Denver Colorado with the Coke-a-Cola

State to state with the pure like I’m in tour

Will I make it home safe?

Well I’m not sure

Another day another brick to push

I’m outta state with the grapes and the bubba kush

A big loss in the air another package took

But I’m hard headed, so I wrap them up and put them back on the truck

And it’s getting old I’ve damn near had enough

But I had it rough, all I know is bagging up

Crazy life but the money keeps adding up

I’m ten steps ahead of you, try catching up

This that crack music, that real life trap music

Bag up ride dirty and trap to it

Bought thirty this morning, and ran through them

Get my hands dirty, I’ll let my man shoot them

We live for the minute forget about tomorrow

I almost died twice, so this time is borrowed

Middle finger to the air saying 'Fuck the world'

Today I’m broke but I’m feeling like a couple mill

Hit the spot like 'Lil homie, what’s the deal?'

I’m ready for a lick tell me where they got it at

I lost another knot I’m praying that he’s not a wreck

It’s dry again but I’ma bring the water back

This is real life baby ain’t no stories told

The streets are cold, the more he got the more he owed

And then he disappeared, he tried to steal a load

The next day they found him dead from an overdose