Young Bernie - Mad Fashion

Mad fashion, Dont Tag Em, Im tearin up the scene outta random
Drift the whip to the porch of morgue, Bernie loose, no remorse, just toetag em
Im baggin two zip, smackin two crips with a black in my lips
Spittin facts out the ash of a wood tip
Coughin up 16 new hits, thrivin on a vibe only i can rip

Born out the sticks, scorned by clips
Torn by the hicks, scored with the cliques
Aint nobody ever seen Young Bernie so clearly
Gonna needa pay the door if you comin near me
Pray you hit ya knees, givin thanks to the greats
Pullin rank, medicatin with the drank
Poison pushin up the quota, cuttin soda,kitchen whippin with the yola
Tryna buy the new corolla, for my brother and my mother, struggle bussin outta Grove
Lemme claim my stack, paved the way on the road
Double fistin fifths and a nose full a blow
Flashin back to fifteen, lived the dream as a fiend
But I'm redeemed, piss clean, hold the lean
Hold the weed, hold the xans, gimme bands
Used to chase my riches pickin pockets
Now Bernie so hot, every track i tap just rockets
Like botched this, hop scotch diss, over skippin all these Bernie bangers
24/7 stewin groovy remedies in the melodies that make ya snap ya fingers
Like I'm doin yall a fuckin favor
Damn i'm the flavor to savor
So outkast like im straight outta Decatur
Ima wager my life through all of this paper
Strategically droppin these hits til the deal is major

Mad fashion, Dont Tag Em, Im tearin up the scene outta random
Drift the whip to the porch of morgue, Bernie loose, no remorse, just toetag em
Im baggin two zip, smackin two crips with a black in my lips
Spittin facts out the ash of a wood tip
Coughin up 16 new hits, thrivin on a vibe only i can rip

Listen up, listen up, im finna spill my guts
Tippin the scales outta balance til these runners match up my challenge
Toastin my chalise like last supper chillin with all of my villians
More snakes at my table, been feelin unstable
Might snap and go fatal, but first lemme rail
This blizzard of blow to the dome, spark a clove and a rose
Snatch that mac and a thumper cause im on the go
Catch a pussy bitch even slippin on my time, any nobody gonna find ya
Body snatchers movin faster than ya mind runnin, telepathic havoc in ya attic
Matter fact, im like 3 three steps ahead of ya death so dont forget my checks less
Death threats bless up ya guilty pleasures, best cut the games, they buildin pressure
Ima blow like hiroshama ,dip outta dodge like im ghostin em
Tryna hit me, i go rotteserie on a lick like im roastin em
These chicken shit hitters got Bernie torchin the coupe from the stoup
Fuck the shootin, these leeches aint worth all the ammo i handle
Ima do em like Bush,got me launchin my sandals off camels in camo
If ya big buckin, bernie get u mounted on the mantel

Mad fashion, Dont Tag Em, Im tearin up the scene outta random
Drift the whip to the porch of morgue, Bernie loose, no remorse, just toetag em
Im baggin two zip, smackin two crips with a black in my lips
Spittin facts out the ash of a wood tip
Coughin up 16 new hits, thrivin on a vibe only i can rip
Mad fashion, Dont Tag Em, Im tearin up the scene outta random
Drift the whip to the porch of morgue, Bernie loose, no remorse, just toetag em

Written by:
Nicholas Shinn

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