Farmers Market lyrics

[Intro: Berner]
The Farmer's Market
Yeah, off the vine
They burn right here every time, The Farmer's Market
Cats got the game f*cked up
Spray bags, fake turfs
Comin' to the farmer's market


[Verse 1: Berner]
Everyone is freaking out, cats going broke quick
Five homes, six whips, I own them, I don't hold sh*t
They still slap my old sh*t, tryna tell them I was timeless
Hella VVS diamonds, I need them UK prices
If you want work, we got small batch, and the ash white
Safe full of gold, was a pharo in my past life
Let them keep preaching, but they don't get close
If we go to war, hit them where the sh*t hurt most
P.I.'s and P.J.'s, islands for the B-days
Mafia gifts, half a million in the briefcase
Gold watches from the boxes on the native land
They make their own laws, we working on the major plans
Tell them drivers hurry up, I need the mountain, N.Y
This new sh*t got the whole rezz high
Legend like the God from Bed-Stuy
When it come to the pack, best work in town, that's why they keep running it back
[Chorus: Berner]
All real work, we don't spray bags
This J tastes like straight hash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
I only want heat, we don't take trash
Open all week, only take cash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Everybody fading out, that impostor cologne
Weed will not be sold to me, we grow our own tree
I'm not home, I'm crossed seas, I left all three phones at home
I'm speakin' through the morris code
I'm at the dock for the offload, but I observe from a porch
I'm sitting hella far though, yeah, I saw y'all, but y'all ain't see me
Put Jet Life on the wall, like the TV
Lost in the fog, oh, I'm truly a boss
Rest in peace the Young Hogg, oh, I got forty cars
But them lowriders got my heart, though I'm from New Orleans
I'm still alive, 'cause I'm smart, tust me, that sh*t hard
And I became a star, credit that to my mom's
Stay rolling up that bomb, got a Rolex on my arm
Diamonds in my charm, made a million on the farm
Y'all know what going on, so don't be alarmed
Asking me what's wrong, just dress warm
Snow white Rolls Royce Dawn
[Chorus: Berner]
All real work, we don't spray bags
This J tastes like straight hash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market
I only want heat, we don't take trash
Open all week, only take cash
At the farmer's market
The farmer's market