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Fuck Boy

Berner
[Berner:]
I've been losing trust lately
They just in it for the status
Fake friends, fake bitches
Fake rappers, fake trappers
Old friends really actors
Try to cut me out and then didn't fuck
Don't call me after
Back when dude took my line
I was fine, I was on another height
My music grind
I hear 'em talking all the time
But he ain't really with it
He just need to realize
He a joker, we don't feel it
Ask me what I'm trippin over
It's easy
Respect the pack and order
I got two-three hundred off each one
We did a deal and I ain't seen none
He a fuck boy

We be trippin' all the time (All the time)
We be trip-trip-trippin' all the time
Get your money why you worried about mine
Fake-fake friends turn to bums overnight
We be trippin' all the time (All the time)
We be trip-trip-trippin' all the time
Get your money why you worried about mine
Fake-fake friends turn to bums overnight

[B-Real:]
Fingers snap out the cold back
Before I spit words on track and all that
So many tried to take my dream away
I was never gonna make it
Yeah the things they say
You ain't cut out for this rap shit
You ain't committed
I got doper on these bitches
And they don't know how I did it
Got no loyalty
You probably never know the meaning
To see you killed the fuckin' game
That's my way of getting even
And I don't care if you bitter
You ain't cheer for the winner
Now the party you enter
Me and Berner the center
Smoke clouds everywhere
It's in the air
We don't care
You a fuck boy I swear

[Berner:]
We be trippin' all the time (All the time)
We be trip-trip-trippin' all the time
Get your money why you worried about mine
Fake-fake friends turn to bums overnight
We be trippin' all the time (All the time)
We be trip-trip-trippin' all the time
Get your money why you worried about mine
Fake-fake friends turn to bums overnight

[Berner:]
Met the homie at the crib
Did a little biz
Now he's trippin' cause his money ain't comin in
And I don't know why you thought you could front him ten
I would of told you lil homie don't fuck with him
People get big headed when they see bread
I just do my own thang
And keep the streets fed
They wanna see me dead
But I don't know why
Cause they broke without smoke
Live your own life

[B-Real:]
I live a stoned life
I'm in the zone right
The phenom when the phenome grow life
To get your soul lifted
Forget about your pain
You fuckin' thirsty bitches
Keep drinkin' haterade (Drink up)
And on a later date we laugh it up
If you call me I'll be chillin' spillin' wax
And if you saw me on a slab mission
You make me have a double vision
Gotta burn back a wrap blunt, hit it
Don't miss it

[Berner:]
We be trippin' all the time (All the time)
We be trip-trip-trippin' all the time
Get your money why you worried about mine
Fake-fake friends turn to bums overnight
We be trippin' all the time (All the time)
We be trip-trip-trippin' all the time
Get your money why you worried about mine
Fake-fake friends turn to bums overnight