The Ber - Can You Rap Like Me?

Uh
Igh
You ain expect Ber to get on this shit (Nah)
This a weird type of beat
Ber don't be doing this type of shit
Uh, they told me rap us a story they gather
Sit down and listen
But I can't write me a story
If it ain't long like it Pippen
You better hold your fucking morals
Because the story's beginning
Uh, Uh
Yeah, Can you rap like me?
Put some gold in my teeth
Put some denim on my jeans
And Ber was stackin his cheese
And be flowin like the breeze
I point the Glock make you freeze
And have you wobble in your knees
But you was tough
Now The Ber got you froze up sayin geez
Zero manners don't say please
Fuck a hoe that was Chinese
My bad she was Japanese
I think I jus caught a disease
Told her no guarantees
I ship that bitch right overseas
I'm rapping like I'm 14
But not like 14 years old, i'm talking 14 on the dome
This that lyrical, spiritual, The Ber is all original
And if you sit back listen to every aspect of my game
A new artist what you gain
Murder, drugs or fucking pain
I pop a pill right to my brain
I'm smoke za before my plane
I tried the slack like little Wayne
No not CBD, some DMT
Not Flocka but some PCP
They like are you fucking kidding me
A rappers what you wanna be
They stickin me in IOP
Yeah, they think Ber's on a journey to a ZaZa recovery (Nah)
The A.R. 15 what I'm spraying
They don't get what I be saying
It's just my talent I'm displaying
Yeah you rappin, i'm just playing
This wrapping shit I just be cake'n
When I'm posted they be flakin
Fuck you mean I'm always bakin
It's the eddies I be making
Get so fried I started shaking
The anxiety my down side (Uh, Aye)

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The Ber, p p

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