Night & Day - Berner, Problem, Wiz Khalifa

How do I create annotations?

This rap game to me is like a pot a gold

Especially when it’s a fact I just smoked more than I done sold

Never fold, stay in my mold bro it’s winning time

A rottweiler couldn’t keep me from the finish line

And I’m scared of dogs, but I ain’t scared of ya’ll

Slick as armor all living life till the father call

Ya the money tall, but it ain’t tall enough

Say you wanted thunder, what’s that number, I’ll call your bluff

Taking shots blocka blocka had a with it

We in Vegas ace of spades playa deal with it

Enemies turn frenimies once the real get it

Don’t wanna hit your joint if there ain’t kill in it

Wiz a real nigga, on my momma though

You better follow us, if you follow though

(Money, clothes, grinder full, lot of chronic smoke)

Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day

That’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away

Don’t worry about what they think or what they might could say

I just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid

They love you then they hate you that’s the price you pay

Got all my haters mad feeling some type of way

Tried to fall back from the gym but it ain’t work

Nigga try to pull back on their spending they pockets hurting

Khalifa man so many bars I should be tending

68' soon as I start it you hear the engine

It’s been a while since I done popped up

But since I did my bank up big wrist got rocked up

My clothes off the runway, lables let me do what I want

And my money come as easy as Sunday

Started out of state doing shows now we leaving the country

My niggas got my back like gun play

I’m rolling up the most expensive weed that I can find

And if you’re looking for me you can find me on my grind

You niggas stealing swag, it ain’t hard to tell it’s mine

I’m rolling up them zags, it ain’t hard to smell it’s mine

Ain’t open up the bag, but still you can tell it’s fire

I just spent $ 30, 000 on a watch I can tell it shine

But don’t even tell the time

I tried to step away from the game, I couldn’t leave

For the last twelve years I’ve been hustling weed

Ain’t no future but ain’t nothing for free

A bunch of friends turn phony it ain’t nothing to me

pretty girl on her knees, I’m in Beliz

And a baby blue ocean just enjoying my trees

Look, I already made it, all this is a plus

Take your fingertip and dip it in a bag full of dust

Take a half a mill cash buried in my yard

A lot of rappers go broke tryna be who we are

All these cars in front of my crib, look like a club

But I don’t care about none of the fame, just give me drugs

All white with invisible

VVS stones glowing all over my neck

Being rich and being broke is like night and day

I bet a lot of haters want to take my life away