Ever Do It

Yup
Da da da da da da
Turnin' this all into paper
Uh
Yeah

Been together since we were kids
Through thick and thin you made me rich I couldn't quit
It's hard to switch, you put 150 on my wrist
We took trips, the risk it got me feeling sick
It's a crazy rush I could never make enough
You make it hard for me to sleep, why you wake me up?
You've been crazy lately, why you getting people killed?
Only few respect you, the rest will probably squeal
You taught me how to turn a intro to a couple bills
Different level deals, damn I miss the homie [?]
Every time I take a loss I start to hate you more
Another war, who's keeping score, we winnin' more
I love the game, keep the fame, bullet proof the range
And dig a hole for the lames, shit will never change
And this is for the one and only
The dope game, your homie Bern
They got nothin' on me

Candy paint range drizzle skittles on my latest
I got pilage on my [?]
I got lil mama waiting
I pull up to her spot daily
All my rounds gettin' my paper
Occasionally call her baby though she not my lady