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Berner

Still Holdin

 

Still Holdin

(album: From Seed To Sale - 2022)


(I got Traxx on this bitch, I don't know how to act)
Went adios
Gelato blunts
That's that Bernie, hah, that's that Bernie
I need the hash stash
Small batch shit on me
You know I'm tryna get big high, dumb high
Proceed to sale
We got roots in this shit, literally
Bern

Fresh batch, and I'm fresh back
I'm looking at these bags and I'm ready to let the bread stack
When I was young, I had Cali by the ten-pack
I'm daydreaming, I was startled when my rim cracked
Pulled over 'cause I was high
I'm looking at my tire, smoke floating out the S5
Fuck it, I'ma push to the spot
It's right down the block, plus I'm late, gotta make this drop
Dirty twenties in the old grey bag
I'm one block away, smoked the whole way back
I'm smelling like a P, but I'm real dirty
Got a box, half an M, clip hold thirty
Five-O at the red light chilling
You know the feeling, the shit that make you sick of drug dealing
I saw 'em switch lanes and the lights came
Life's a gamble and I'm living in a dice game
Here we go, moved over to the right lane
Slowed down, hit a button, phone wiped clean
Flashlights all I see in my rearview
And when you at this level, then they fear you
Driver's license in my hand when I got [?]
This cop is a fan and he want a sack
This type of shit happen all the time
I told him, "Hit the store tomorrow, dog, you ain't gotta wait in line"
Deep breath as I made the left
I parked, had to take a second just to clear my head
Grab the vibes, time to clear my mind
Three-gram Cali full of Bernie, fresh off the vine
Made it to the drop right on time
We laughed about the cop, the homie said I shouldn't smoke and drive
But I need this smoke all the time
They even told me not to smoke when I almost died, but

Still smoking (Still smokin')
(There's something bout the bag, still smoking, still holdin')
Still smoking (Still smokin')
(Got the best bud in town, still smoking, still holdin')
Still smoking (Still smokin')
(There's something bout the bag, still smoking, still holdin')
Still smoking (Still smokin')
(Got the best bud in town, still smoking, still holdin')

done

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