The Plug - Berner, Wiz Khalifa

It’s that urban farmer shit

Start driving slow in a fast car

Burn the weed, and zip underneath the sea, the sea

Oh, oh, oh

I’m drinking two bottles at the same damn time

Placing artists and can’t even finish all of it

No fruit in my loop, no hoes in my crew

No pause in my chain, my car got no roof

Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot

Probably heard some things about me man ain’t all of them true

But how we came from nothing to something

Niggers eased up in the game, I just jumped in

Our 16, selling cds and hustling

Had the mother fucker niggas, not the trusting

Made the way, so now they’re treating me like royalty

And fuck the money, niggas riding over loyalty

But when it come to money, I’m all about it so to speak

But all for my dogs, I’d do anything for my queen

Four eyes rest I’m living the dream

Wake up the marble on the floor, heated toilet seats

I’m balling hard, you should enjoy the seats

I bet this hundred thousand cash is all you believe

Then if you work hard, then this is what you could earn,

As the kush burns, oh, oh, oh

Fresh peek from the hills, red eight inch heels

And my new bitch, she brought me up big face bills

And my chevrolet dizzy, you all know how it feels

To lose a mil two months, shit’s way to real!

I saw my mom last night one hell of a dream

She told me keep your head up and follow your dream

Empty bottles of lean and white cups in the hand

Looking half dead zebra, I don’t try to understand

I brought louis cause I can, I brought 84 grams

And only fuck the bitches that put money in my hand

I’m playing hundred dollar hands 24k at the palms

And drink all day, long and throw some dank in the bar

And my whip is too clean, I bet they’re hating the bar

I throw two shots back without chasing it all

I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me, dog

And I don’t talk numbers with random cats in the club

I throw fifty pack on the back of the truck

And get a crazy rush when I get to rap in the mud

No fingerprints, bought a fresh package of gloves

I’m blowing bud in the club, come fuck with the plug

I stay mother fucking bitches, baby give me the cash

I’m still haunted by my past, bullets shuddered the glass

Them shells on the floor, caught up with 'em fast

I’m watching time flying coat tuck tight in this stash

My own hand told me slow down for a crash

I’m trying to listen, but I’m living like tonight is my last

And my own black fist drinking ready to shoot

And the coop is so dough, I don’t know what to do

And the crib is so big, I can’t get to my room

I crashed out on the couch, and my jeans and my shoes

Drinking booze in the afternoon, smoking on hash

Two hits of the deck but I’m going off racks

Cartier frames and my five o ones

I’m in the slums with the millionaire, high and drunk

They try to stay tight in with the high unplugged

I’m like a king with his weed bitch, I am but

Six slugs in my 38, I told lil momma go and get our money straight

I told Wiz break the weed down and I roll up a shameless

And watch fools run away when we finally blaze it

I’m so high!