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berner & styles p - know the half lyrics

[intro: styles p]
y’all n-gg-s is welcomed
thank us later
just roll one the f-ck up
a matter of fact, roll a few up
let’s go, n-gg-

[verse 1: styles p]
wake up, light one
take a shower, light one
get dressed, light one
high as a bird p-ssy by the time the night come
promoter just called with the bag, get the flights done
booked for a week, suite with a balcony
half a pound of gas makin’ hooks to the beat
copped a hunnid pounds of kush to push to the street
in the jeep, lightin’ up the leaf headed to the east
the southside and the west end
where me and the dealers is like best friends
i could go to the club, get the set in
need somethin’ large on the arm? i’m your reference
naw, dawg, i’m outta the loop, i’m sellin’ juice
tell the engineer pull up the beat, have a loop
and we don’t smoke mint, that sh-t is for the kids
lookin’ jig, play my n-gg- b.i.g. sittin’ in the coupe
ghost

[verse 2: berner]
why my name in your mouth if you don’t know me?
good vibe only
put one in the air for all the dead homies
it be hard to move the money ’round with the feds on me
i’m just tryna buy real estate
get this dirty cash in the bank
new levi’s with my pea coat
the ash on my joint white as clean c-ke
give ’em back the twenties, keep the c-notes
f-ck the drug war, the world need dope
lighter, lift ticket, baby girl wanna kick it
we really livin’, thirty bricks in the honda civic
i ain’t slept in ’bout three days
baby girl crazy but she pays
they don’t know the half of it
it’s cash up front i never had a pack fronted, yeah

[verse 3: berner]
don’t love you ’til you’re gone
give me flowers while i’m here
i pulled up to the neck with a joint behind my ear
smell-proof backpack with a hundred grand in it
black minivan, with a bunch of plants in ’em
you don’t know the half, i come from the life
you ain’t never had to say a prayer before you took a flight
feds pulled me off the back of the plane
they runnin’ through my bags, askin’ me names, why?

[verse 4: styles p]
‘fore i was gettin’ fly, i was gettin’ by
makin’ sales, i ain’t have a scale, weigh it off the eyes
too familiar with that handgun stayin’ on my side
to let a n-gg- played me, i’ma spray ’em, i’ma slide
i been duckin’ from the cops, for tellin’ n-gg-s i don’t hide
throwin’ money in the sky
and i f-cked the other side
you know d-mn well i’m high
yeah, i change but i still spend change on the lye

[chorus: styles p & dyce payne]
hittin’ strains and we switchin’ lanes (switchin’ lanes)
we hit the lick and we get the change (get the change)
we get the bag and we blow a bag (blow a bag)
knee deep in this sh-t, you should know the half (know the half)
fifty fifty wit’cha man and you owe him half (owe him half)
i shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half (know the half)
get knocked by police, you don’t know his -ss (know his -ss)
i shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half
hittin’ strains and we switchin’ lanes (switchin’ lanes)
we hit the lick and we get the change (get the change)
we get the bag and we blow a bag (blow a bag)
knee deep in this sh-t, you should know the half (know the half)
fifty fifty wit’cha man and you owe him half (owe him half)
i shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half (know the half)
get knocked by police, you don’t know his -ss (know his -ss)
i shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half

[outro: berner]
bunch of snitches and b-tches actin’ crazy right now
i’m just tryna enjoy my high
yeah, i’m on this lemon diesel with a little bit of gelato
’bout to bust out the cherry pie
’bout to bust out the cherry pie
styles, what’s up boy?
east coast to the west coast
but you know we got our own bag everywhere we go

- berner styles p lyrics

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