Berner, DMX - Foolish lyrics
[Berner, DMX - Foolish lyrics]
I know I may Sound Foolish
You may not understand
(Not At All)
Cats keep talking bout (ME)
Keep running they mouth about (ME)
When they don't know nothing bout (ME)
I've been given a second chance
So respect the stance
You plan to go reckless
And you make reckless plans
Show respect, and we can dance
Bitch ass nigga
Motherfuck you and your mans
We can do it with the hands
Fuck I need a gun for, I done fucked a lot
Of bitches already, so when it come to pussy
You just one more
Hit him with the 1-4, what's that?
That's when you knowing niggas a bitch
And he still get the gun you like what for?
Really? you want more
Come through then click click
Boom, click click boom
Take off the front door
Brains on the wall like paint, cause I
Don't need to know what it is
Long as I know what it ain't
Ain't a fucking thing fake about me
The devil's spent so much
Time ruining my life
What would the snake do without me?
Keep running your fucking mouth
We'll see what happens to niggas that
Keep running they fucking mouth
Then get knocked the fuck out, nigga
Cats keep talking bout me
Keep running they mouth about me
When they don't know nothing bout me
What they know about?
A drought made I'm still tryna
Get my orders out they say they the kingpin
Why they playing with my older route?
Black mini van
I'm just tryna keep the odor out
Million dollar drop, I'm stash house shopping
You know me, I got the trap back popping
They want war, until their shit get shot up
Till they get blackballed
Then they run dry on product
God forgive me, I'm haunted by my sins
I ball in my sleep
They want me locked up with my friends
New Gucci frames
I put rocks around the lenses
I pull up to my show, and hop out of my Benz
You know me, OG with the work and all
Brown bag full of cash, Imma burn it all
Shopping cart full of rubber bands
Yeah I re-up when the money lands
Cats keep talking bout me
Keep running they mouth about me
When they don't know nothing bout me
How you jealous when you
Made the wrong choices?
Watch the world fall apart
When I sleep I hear voices
Tryna downplay the vision
All the hate is just poison
Guess I gotta go to war
I try my best to avoid it
And competition ain't something that
I'm thinking bout while I'm out living
Doing everything I dreamed about
You need something else to speak about?
Where your work go? I pulled up
And I cleaned them out
Thousand lighters, Imma need some more bags
I heard your product just sit's on
The shelf and goes bad
Man someone put a pistol in his mouth
I'm tired of this clown
Set fire to his house
Pillow talking with a bitch
That's what a bitch do
I'm outside in a pandemic, making big moves
I heard you crying about the looting
I got hit too
Someone put cement in his shoes
And make him fish food
Cats keep talking bout me
Keep running they mouth about me
When they don't know nothing bout me
You may not understand
(Not At All)
Cats keep talking bout (ME)
Keep running they mouth about (ME)
When they don't know nothing bout (ME)
I've been given a second chance
So respect the stance
You plan to go reckless
And you make reckless plans
Show respect, and we can dance
Bitch ass nigga
Motherfuck you and your mans
We can do it with the hands
Fuck I need a gun for, I done fucked a lot
Of bitches already, so when it come to pussy
You just one more
Hit him with the 1-4, what's that?
That's when you knowing niggas a bitch
And he still get the gun you like what for?
Really? you want more
Come through then click click
Boom, click click boom
Take off the front door
Brains on the wall like paint, cause I
Don't need to know what it is
Long as I know what it ain't
Ain't a fucking thing fake about me
The devil's spent so much
Time ruining my life
What would the snake do without me?
Keep running your fucking mouth
We'll see what happens to niggas that
Keep running they fucking mouth
Then get knocked the fuck out, nigga
Cats keep talking bout me
Keep running they mouth about me
When they don't know nothing bout me
What they know about?
A drought made I'm still tryna
Get my orders out they say they the kingpin
Why they playing with my older route?
Black mini van
I'm just tryna keep the odor out
Million dollar drop, I'm stash house shopping
You know me, I got the trap back popping
They want war, until their shit get shot up
Till they get blackballed
Then they run dry on product
God forgive me, I'm haunted by my sins
I ball in my sleep
They want me locked up with my friends
New Gucci frames
I put rocks around the lenses
I pull up to my show, and hop out of my Benz
You know me, OG with the work and all
Brown bag full of cash, Imma burn it all
Shopping cart full of rubber bands
Yeah I re-up when the money lands
Cats keep talking bout me
Keep running they mouth about me
When they don't know nothing bout me
How you jealous when you
Made the wrong choices?
Watch the world fall apart
When I sleep I hear voices
Tryna downplay the vision
All the hate is just poison
Guess I gotta go to war
I try my best to avoid it
And competition ain't something that
I'm thinking bout while I'm out living
Doing everything I dreamed about
You need something else to speak about?
Where your work go? I pulled up
And I cleaned them out
Thousand lighters, Imma need some more bags
I heard your product just sit's on
The shelf and goes bad
Man someone put a pistol in his mouth
I'm tired of this clown
Set fire to his house
Pillow talking with a bitch
That's what a bitch do
I'm outside in a pandemic, making big moves
I heard you crying about the looting
I got hit too
Someone put cement in his shoes
And make him fish food
Cats keep talking bout me
Keep running they mouth about me
When they don't know nothing bout me