Touchdown (feat. B-Real & Rexx Life Raj) - Berner & B-Real

Illmind put the loophole Let me show you more than what you're used to Everything I have could be for you too, you too, uh Let me show you more than what you're used to (oh, oh) I could introduce you to the new you, new you (yeah, yeah) This is for me, it's been one week, and I'm in love G. Simmons livin', but this crazy what your kiss does We ain't even flicked up, we be movin' Harriett I might have to swipe out my McLaren for a chariot Writin' this directly off the private jet from Turks I've been hurt before, but fuck it, I won't fight it if it works You feel the same way, private villa, Grace Bay Chef is makin' sushi but look got us drunk like eight waves We've been gone like eight days Actually only four, but, shit, it feels like more I could tell that your heart feels like mine And my heart feels like yours This is far from force, this is natural, like how you walk around And you're still a ten, you killin' them (yeah) Let me show you more than what you're used to, uh Everything I have could be for you too, you too, uh Let me show you more than what you're used to (oh) I could introduce you to the new you, new you, oh We got way too drunk off coconut rum Slipped up, said, "I love you", fuck it, this is what we on Both of us are young, we might still be dumb Swimmin' with the moon at 2:00 a.m Hope you the one, yeah (hope you the one) Relax, unwind (yeah) Take a second for myself sometime Dig deep 'til I find the diamonds (yeah) Public figure on a private island, and you with me (with me) Not iffy (iffy), not probably (probably) And you got my love, my love, my love like Whitney (Whitney) Like Bobby (Bobby), yeah, I got these feelings I don't wanna be the only though, uh Guess I gotta hope you on the same page, uh Let's live fast, let's fuck slow, uh Met you and loved you the same day, uh First person to give you rum And the villa with the view insane (come on) First person to make you come (say it) First person to get you a stamp (yeah) Let me show you more than what you're used to, uh Everything I have could be for you too, you too, uh Let me show you more than what you're used to (oh) I could introduce you to the new you, new you, oh

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know

Count my blessings, not my flaws Leveled up now I'm a boss I double bag from every loss So worry not at all, 'cuz I'm on a wave I'm on a wave I'm on a wave Watch me rise like the tide They all want to ride the wave Back and fourth inside of my head, that's how I debate it Ironic you'll be surrounded, but still feel isolated The gift and curse of a celebrity, asked if I would trade it Not time for that I got work to do, so the question waited I'm on my way up right now if you ain't know it But there's no direction to get where I'm going My life is hard to relate to, so I don't talk to no one I'm moving like 18-wheelers, with all this weight I'm towing I just happened to make it, I was the one to blow Fly from Chile to Vegas, I got another show Every night a new city, we always on the road Get assistance from substances so it doesn't show Breaking bread with my day ones, we out in Bogota Barkus put the work in, we follow protocol You think you know, but you only know what i show to y'all We want the world coming for it all You Know? Count my blessings, not my flaws Leveled up now I'm a boss I double bag from every loss So worry not at all, 'cuz I'm on a wave I'm on a wave I'm on a wave Watch me rise like the tide They all want to ride the wave My truest verses be the most vulnerable My biggest fear is me getting comfortable If I've been sacred, protected it gets destructible 20 people I don't know all in the studio Just to text all their friends about who they chilling 'round It's six in the morning bitch, why you still around? If I fell off tomorrow, then would you stick around? This money won't make itself, gotta get it now I don't got no hobby, look all I do is work If I feel like I'm slipping, I start to go berserk Because they know my potential, what I'm capable of This is my life right, I could not make it up Living moments to later, put in my biopic They watch for my side it's crazy inside of it Chasing dreams and I finally think that I'm getting closer For the past five years, been on this roller coaster Count my blessings, not my flaws Leveled up now I'm a boss I double bag from every loss So worry not at all, 'cuz I'm on a wave I'm on a wave I'm on a wave Watch me rise like the tide They all want to ride the wave "One more time" Took care of my momma Yeah we came a long way from the Honda Grew up on Dre, now she eat Benihana with Wanda From the bay, I tell ya, there's something in the water If the? and six figures, don't even bother The view from my balcony, you have to come see this I californicate models, for like Anthony Kiedis To make it in music now, you have to be genius Chances slim as Christian Bale when he shot the Machinist Cut the president towards the perpetual, all because my voice is exceptional Remember when no one understood me I sit back and think what it could be Life turned into everything that it should be You know?

You a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (yeah) You're a freak, yeah You a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (yeah) You're a freak, yeah Yeah Girl, you can't hide it, you're a freak (freak) Hitting my phone up for that late night creep (late night) Diving headfirst, I took a leap (leap, leap, leap) Boom, boom, boom 'til we sleep (sleep) Ooh, she gon' ride it like benzes, porsches, panamera (benzes, porsches, panamera) Look in our eyes you can tell that We don't give a damn about a thing Slow twerk on me, let me work it and tease me I don't want it, if you feel like it's easy Low key, this room need a towel and a squeegee Ten minute break for a blunt and a Fiji (yeah, yeah, yeah) Your body language on ten Girl, I'm a fan of that bag you in (girl, I'm a fan of that bag you in) You be acting different around your friends, friends, friends But, I know what it is 'Cause you a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah You're a freak, yeah You a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (you're a freak, yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (what it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah) You're a freak, yeah Yeah Mmhmm You've been inside the house before corona And, you ain't got no friends, you're just a loner You got that thing between your legs and I'm the owner A big old fine motherfucker like Willona When I saw you, I got a boner Hope you a good performer, these bitches say I'm not normal Want me to give my heart to you, baby I'm not a donor But you can get on top and ride, anyway that you wanna Freak It ain't a woman with a better technique You know you the wave, I got on my jet ski's When, I'm with you, I'm up all night I can't sleep We've been going at it all week You're a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah You're a freak, yeah You're a freak, yeah Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (you're a freak, yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (what it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah) You're a freak, yeah, yeah

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate