Traffickin' - Berner, The Jacka, Lee Majors

50 keys in my trunk on a lonely highway

Tryna lead the life, niggas lose they life broad day

Make the broad pay if she wanna be in my presence

Got locked several times but I looked at that as lessons

Look at all the bread and possessions that I’m blessed with

Shoulda stayed home but instead makin' more shit

Pop hundred boxes of ziplocs the fiends jock

I got that pure, set my lure, cast my line out

You don’t understand the grind don’t try to find out

My nigga sold a thousand birds in a wired house

Now he locked until the end up in the pound box

We gotta die but hope we live till the world stop

Cuz it’s for real out here in the world (?)

(?) burn, a fed they didn’t tell you bout

Life, when you deal white, ain’t no turnin back

Probly throw away your life tryna earn a rep

Cocaine, heroin, I’m in the traffickin

Birds fly down south I had to get it in

Gettin money’s what it’s bout, stayin richer than them

I take control of the drought with more weight than the gym

That money keeps comin' in, I can’t get enough of dem

They say they’re hustlin but really they’re strugglin

I’m lookin' for 20 chem, I just sold a hundred purps

I just made a hundred thou, I’m lookin for more work

Kush man, Mr. Got it when there’s none left

Trunk full ride around dirty in the sunset

Ten racks, two movers, that’s a big lug (?)

Big cash, big stash spot in my truck

No pass get whacked if you try and test

Me and Jack keep big guns that’ll make a mess

Kingpin with this weed shit where I’m from

You wonder why I’m caked out?

Cuz I started young

Waitin for that brown truck, yea the UPS

He sent 30 racks I’m just waiting on the rest

I’mma cake out when it’s all said and done

Me and Jack sittin back, waitin for the drug to come

I had to get it in, I pushed a lot of kicks

What you know about a bus ride with a couple bricks?

I really did it man, ran through a lot of cash

I know Colombians and Mexicans that get it man

But niggas never stick together like the ages man

I’m in Miami coppin tree from a Haitian man

I’m on the beach with a cold beverage in my hand

I got a stick in my ear that weigh a couple grams

A model chick waitin on me, feedin hand

I’m in a coke white suit with a gangsta ???

This watch on my arm it cost a lot of money

This ice in my chalm I’m lookin really stunny

Marc Jacobs on the frame cuz its real sunny

I’m bout to hop in this whip with a snow bunny

Hit a couple corners, prolly drop the top

Hit the mute on the deck I think I see the cops

Prolly wanna yank me, I think I got his daughter

One million first week like Dwayne Carter

Internet pimpin, I’m goin real hard

I need to hit the lot, flip me a new car