Table Lyrics - Berner

Sheesh 

Just a week ago 

Everything was sweet 

I'm losing close friends 

Money ain't shit 

I'm sick of greed 

I lit the weed then I crack the bottle 

Will I see tomorrow? 

I let it all for my daughter and my babby momma 

Sketchy drug deals got me here today 

Pocket full of seeds chopping trees down in Uruguay 

We go to jail I piss a year away 

They don't see the value in life 

Shit, I'm here to stay 

I fucked around I'm bout to gun show 

Indo for the head sell all the sun grown 

Remember where you come from 

'Cause acting brand new that ain't something you can run from 

Shits changing yeah I'm still crazy 

Fuck the world that's how I feel lately 

Yeah, put a couple joints in the air 

I'm riding slow through the city in a brand new McClaren 

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A lot of money on the table 

Will I make it or not? 

A whole lot of money on the table 

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive 

A lot of money on the table 

Will I make it or not? 

A whole lot of money on the table 

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive 

They say real niggas never die 

Word to my weed I'm forever high 

Money on the table some set aside 

Been stop banging put my set aside 

Probably out touring 

Money on the dining room table that's Ralph Lauren 

Smoke on the kitchen, table more on the counter top 

I'm not around a lot 

I'm touching pounds alot 

Probably in the foreign 

Me without weed is the Fugees without Lauryn 

The movie without a star 

A speaker without a forum 

Niggas don't feel me, fuck it I just ignore them, nigga 

A full saver in a digi scale 

Two lawyers on deck if you've been to jail 

Money machine and the automatic 

Money on the table and that mansion and we all can have it 

Deuce 

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A lot of money on the table 

Will I make it or not? 

A whole lot of money on the table 

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive 

A lot of money on the table 

Will I make it or not? 

A whole lot of money on the table 

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive 

What's there when you pop but gone when you not 

Your homies ain't solid, keep explaining to cops 

The weed man won't pick up the phone now 

And every now and then you duck where you hang out 

Three homies from your childhood memories timed out 

You get addicted to sliding slapping the five in 

The streets was our fathers 

Needed the Bentley low mileage 

Couldn't get it in college, we learned 

The struggle make my appreciate every dollar I earned 

I love to see my mother's face when I tell her to splurge 

I did that, chauffeur my daughter in my Maybach 

That take me back to when we new jack 

And different colour food stamps 

But now I hurt the burner with style 

And now I got Peruvian couch, nigga 

In that terranean house 

And how the millions come with an out 

You feel me? 

A lot of money on the table 

Will I make it or not? 

A whole lot of money on the table 

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive 

A lot of money on the table 

Will I make it or not? 

A whole lot of money on the table 

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive