Know the Half - Berner, Styles P, Dyce Payne

Yeah, niggas is welcome

Thinkers lay there

Just roll one the fuck up

As a matter of fact roll a few up

Let’s go nigga

Wake up, light one

Take a shower, light one

Get dressed, light one

High as a bird, pussy by the time the night come

Promoter just called with the bag

Get the flights done

Booked for a week, suite with a balcony

Half a pound of gas makin' hooks to the beat

Cop the hundred pounds of kush to push to the street

In the jeep, lightin up the leaf headed to the East

The Southside and the West end

Well me and the dealers is like best friends

I could go to the club, get the set in

Need some nudge in the arm, I’m your reference

Now I’m dope I’m out of the loop

I’m sellin juice

Tell the engineer, pull up the beat, have a loop

And we don’t smoke mint, that shit is for the kids

Lookin jig, play my nigga B.I.G.

sittin in the coupe, Ghost

Hittin strains and we switchin lanes (switchin lanes)

We hit the lick and we get the change (get the change)

We get the bag, and we blow a bag (blow a bag)

Knee deep in this shit you should know the half (know the half)

Fifty fifty with your man and you owe him half (owe him half)

Shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half (know the half)

Get knocked by police, you don’t know his ass (know his ass)

I shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half

Why my name in your mouth if you don’t know me…

Good vibe only

Put one in the air for all the dear homies

It be hard to move the money round with the Feds on me

I’m just tryin to buy real estate

Get this dirty cash in the bank

New Levi’s with my pea coat

The ash on my joint, white as clean coke

Give 'em back the twenties, keep the C-notes

Fuck the drug war, the world need dope

Lighter lift ticket, baby girl wanna kick it

We really livin, thirty bricks in the Honda Civic

I ain’t slept in 'bout three days

Baby girl crazy but she pays

They don’t know the half of it

It’s cash up front I never had a pack fronted, yeah

Hittin strains and we switchin lanes (switchin lanes)

We hit the lick and we get the change (get the change)

We get the bag, and we blow a bag (blow a bag)

Knee deep in this shit you should know the half (know the half)

Fifty fifty with your man and you owe him half (owe him half)

Shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half (know the half)

Get knocked by police, you don’t know his ass (know his ass)

I shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half

Don’t love you 'til you’re gone

Give me flowers while I’m here

I pulled up to the neck with a joint behind my ear

Smellproof backpack with a hundred grand in it

Black minivan, with a bunch of plants in 'em

You all know the half, I come from the life

You ain’t never had to say a prayer before you took a flight

Feds pulled me off the back of the plane

They runnin through my bags, askin me names, why…

Before I was gettin fly, I was gettin by

Makin sales I ain’t have a scale, weigh it off the eyes

Too familiar with that handgun stayin on my side

The leather nigga played me

I’ma scram, I’ma slide

I been duckin from the cops, pretend them niggas don’t hide

Throwin money in the sky

And I fucked the other side

You know damn well I’m high

Yeah I change but I still spend change on the lye

Hittin strains and we switchin lanes (switchin lanes)

We hit the lick and we get the change (get the change)

We get the bag, and we blow a bag (blow a bag)

Knee deep in this shit you should know the half (know the half)

Fifty fifty with your man and you owe him half (owe him half)

Shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half (know the half)

Get knocked by police, you don’t know his ass (know his ass)

I shouldn’t tell you this, you should know the half

Bunch of snitches and bitches actin crazy right now

I’m just tryna enjoy my high

Yeah I’m on this lemon Diesel

Doin a little bit of gelato

Got to bust out to Jay Park

Got to bust out to Jay Park

Styles, what’s up boy?

East Coast to the West Coast

But you know we got our own bag everywhere we go