Telephone
Berner Lyrics

Burn a half a pound in my suite
I am smoking a large amount of marijuana in my hotel room.

Pull the room down, no white mold on my leaf
I am smoking so much marijuana that the room is filled with smoke, but I am confident that the drug is of good quality and not contaminated.

Outta town, they four-grand each
I am selling marijuana in a different city for a high price of $4000 per unit.

Let this work speak for me, wrist cold as the streets
I am relying on the quality of my marijuana to speak for itself and attract customers, and I am wearing expensive jewelry to display my success in the drug trade.

Remember in December back in two-thousand-and-three When they handed me a hundred-thousand dollars for some weed
I recall receiving a large sum of money for selling marijuana in 2003.

It was me, Nice, Black, and Fee Sauce in the back, breaking down sweets
I was selling marijuana with my friends Nice, Black, and Fee, and we were preparing it for sale in the back of a vehicle.

My heart's cold, too many had to leave It's hard to fall asleep We talk often in my dreams
I have been through many difficult experiences in the drug trade and have lost people close to me. I have trouble sleeping and often think about them in my dreams.

I want you here, I don't care if you're lookin' down
I miss someone who has passed away and do not care if they are watching from heaven or not.

They smell the purple piss everytime I pull around
People can smell the strong odor of my high-quality marijuana when I am nearby.

Real city boy, they love your boy in the town Houston, Atlanta, now I'm Vegas bound
I am a successful drug dealer who is respected in multiple cities and am now transitioning to selling marijuana in Las Vegas.

Money in my carry-on, fuck it though They can pull me off the plane and try to run up in my home
I am carrying a large sum of money with me while flying, despite the potential risks of getting caught by authorities or having my home robbed.

You know I stay ready, knowin' where my daughter sleeps These dudes crying broke, really, they don't wanna eat
I am always prepared to protect myself and my family, but other drug dealers who complain about being broke are actually making excuses and do not want to work hard to make a living.

I took a hundred P's, sold it in a half hour Pull ten pounds off one plant, it's sour
I was able to sell one hundred pounds of marijuana in just thirty minutes and can produce very potent marijuana from a single plant.

Real dope boy, Berner'll never switched OT, tryna sweat a bitch Cookie man, full of dead presidents Ridin' with a cannon big enough to kill an elephant
I am a real drug dealer who stays true to my roots, and I am trying to sell drugs out of town while carrying a large amount of cash and a powerful gun.

This the life we chose Long nights, pretty hoes Hard white, outdoor for the low Cash out, re-up, let em' go They talkin' crazy on my telephone
Drug dealing is the lifestyle I have chosen, and it involves staying up late with attractive women and selling low-priced marijuana. I am making a lot of money and constantly receiving phone calls from people with crazy demands or offers.

This the way we live Crazy all the shit we did Tripple wrap each one right before we ship Why they catch em' and they let em go?
This is how we live as drug dealers, doing many dangerous and questionable things in order to make a living. We take precautions to avoid getting caught, but sometimes law enforcement does not take our crimes seriously and lets us go.