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berner & b-real - vision lyrics

[letra de “vision” ft. alemán & hennessy]

[verse 1: berner]
a lil’ cold rum
i’m tryna smoke the pain away, my heart is so numb (so numb)
a couple old guns, i’m on a cold run
i roll the perfect joint up, but bet it don’t run (bet it don’t)
they say i’m top, dawg, i move big waves
i got everything you need like a mix plate
my chain a kilo, it make my neck hurt
i’m only in the nightclub tryna network (what it do)
i pay with old cash, you can tell ’em so
when i opened up the bag you can smell the mold
i bury m’s now, they kicked me out the bank
i’m a f+cking kingpin, there ain’t no higher rank
i want a spot at manhattan just to stash my work
and i’m back to the pack if the rap don’t work
ain’t no black card on me but this backpack full
you should place a bet on bern, ’cause that man can’t lose, yeah

[chorus: hennessy]
it don’t matter where you came from
’cause we know where we’re headin’
wanna claim that, we change that
’cause we stay with the vision
stay with the vision
it don’t matter where you came from
’cause we know where we’re headin’
wanna claim that, we change that
’cause we stay with the vision
stay with the vision

[verse 2: b+real]
i’m in the cypher, i need the lighter
you got the queen up your sleeve, [?] fighter
i k!ll in night, i’m a [?] nighter (yeah)
i got the weed game sold, i’m pied piper (ayy)
you wanna follow me? swallow all your praise, sir
no bitterness smokes, i’m apple cider (smoke)
johnny appleseed talked a [?]
i’m a five paper roller, step aside sir
i will provide ya a new experience, it’s serious
check my history, mysterious and curious (delirious)
if you let me in, it’s glorious, i promise this
you don’t get me tricked, you don’t get [?]
flavor upon flavor, call me 31
got your test back man, f+ck another 31
for anyone’s comin’ out a room now you want some
here it comes, you want the phenome, never son, ever son

[verse 3: alemán]
ahora fumo lo mejor, voy arriba de mi porsche
rumbo a la casa de scott storch (¡scott!)
pa’ mi mamá un cantón, pa’ mi hermana un medallón
pa’ mi papá el carro que siempre soñó (ferrari)
siempre he tenido la visión, me junto con puro campeón (yeah)
tú no te animas porque eres culón (culo)
en verdad que es un honor, un saludo pa’l señor
gracias por toda la escuela que me dio (estos vatos)
ahora el turno a mí me toca, la clica prendida en la troca
traemos buena mota y no es poca, huele a cafecito con moca
ah, parezco un capo de la coca
yo quiero fumar mota, yo quiero fumar otra
controlando todo el ruedo, alemán en méxico
esa mota ya se prendió, mira cómo vuelo al esp+cio

- berner b real lyrics

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