Noddin' Songtext
von Berner & Mozzy

You ever have a hundred-ninety grand land on your steps?
Or lose a best friend, another candle is lit
The dreams turn to nightmares, yeah, the money is nice

But the life change quick when you caught in the light
The bottle half empty, I′ll be noddin' tonight
Pour a couple hundred dollars in a bottle of Sprite
The paint nasty on the Chevy, shit, this bitch look wet
I′m glad the game did me well, I should've been up next (Shit)
Five bedroom crib, I paid four M's (Four M′s)
They don′t respect him in the city, they extort him (Extort him)
Yeah, Off-White's crispy, but I′d rather wear J's

And the drugs barely numb the pain, we really run the game
Everybody hatin′ on me, but they waitin' on me


My next move will make ′em sick
I'm takin' all the money (Want it all)
They want smoke, I got a fresh run (Fresh run)
Yeah, move a couple boxes, let the rest come (Where they at?)
I′m sick of politics, pocket watchin′ gotta stop (It gotta stop)
Put it in the wall to rot, we don't really talk a lot
Meet ′em at the parkin' lot, pull up and I make the drop
Count the money, shake the spot, damn
This whole block is hot (It′s hot)
Yeah, and we all got a firearm (Got a firearm)

Do a show, set off fire alarms (Cloudy)
Big Bern, I'm really clockin′ (I'm really clockin')
2019, I want every single option

We really active if the check right
I′m noddin′ off at the red light
Seen too many come and go, but your boy still here
I'm just glad to see another year
Yeah, lil′ fifty thousand on my neck right
VVS's fuckin′ up her left eye
Yeah, ayy, free the killers on the tier
We done shed a hundred tears, Lord knows they ain't happy there

Yeah, we been on the road with the bags

Got a low for that ass, fallin′ asleep, finna crash
Couple P's in the dash
Slide mission, lil' diamond ′nem die trippin′

Ayy, you gon' get your hands dirty in this line of business

Or you gon′ get your shit noodled, you don't mind your business
Two times strike offended, and you know we ridin′ with it
I just lost my youngin, watch him go from boys to men


Stranded in the trenches, just tryna avoid the pen

Tryna avoid the felons who hate me for what I did

Tryna avoid my family who hate me for how I live
You ain't talkin′ 'bout nothin' if you ain′t takin′ no trips
You ain't talkin′ 'bout nothin′ if you ain't bangin′ no sticks
Mercedes is on my wrist, authorities on my dick
I'm bangin' off the rip, just regular gangster shit

Starin′ at your grave like, "Niggas gon′ pay for this"
It hurt to know your daughters won't see your facials again

Lil′ brudda facin' like ten, he ain′t takin' a ten
I file with CPS, like, "You ain′t takin' my kids"
The people found his seed, that's just how niggas is
They killin′ ′bout where we live, it's killers that′s truly missed
I do this shit for my moms, so she ain't gotta wash the piss
Off the toilet seat to see the way they slave
I been destroyin′ me for real though, most importantly
I do this for my section, it's the fourth of me
We gotta get it right and do it cordially

We really active if the check right
I′m noddin' off at the red light
Seen too many come and go, but your boy still here
I'm just glad to see another year
Yeah, lil′ fifty thousand on my neck right
VVS′s fuckin' up her left eye
Yeah, ayy, free the killers on the tier
We done shed a hundred tears, Lord knows they ain′t happy there