Lets Berk it

aggressive, rap, trap, progressive, popular song, slow intro, bass, epic, male-vocals

Yeah…
From the gutter to the gold chain,
Levyin’ through the pain,
Olked out dreams, now we Berky with the flame —
Let’s berk it.

Berk was sleepin’ in the back where the roaches lurk,
Now the wrist Berky — iced out, put in work.
Levy on the stove, tryna whip that pot,
Made the block Olk, now the corners hot.

Used to be dusty, shirts all ripped,
Now we Olk it in the Lambo, tires drift.
Berky in my walk, got a hustler strut,
And Levy so cold, got the reaper shook up.

Olkin’ all day like a Berk machine,
Dreams Berky blue like a codeine lean.
They told me I’d berk it, I just Levy’d ahead,
Now I Olk it through the city with pockets inbred.

Levy on the block, Berky to the core,
Olk with the hustle, we kickin’ down doors.
Came from the rags, now riches unfold,
Levy, Olk, and Berky — all we touch turn gold.
(Levy! Olk! Berky!)
From the trap to the top, now the world finna see,
We don’t walk, we Levy, we don’t talk, we Berky.

Had the Glock in the Levybag, Berky on the dash,
Olked through the pain, turned the struggle into cash.
They ain’t believe when we was Olkin’ on crates,
Now the plate got steak and the car got plates.

Mama cried tears, now she wearin’ Berky pearls,
Olked so long, now we  Olkin’ on the world.
Used to Olk it in the alley where the fiends Levy,
Now my name Olk like I wrote the street’s thesis.

I’m Berky with the bars, heavy like a kilo,
Levy in the cut, now I’m fly like a free throw.
Talkin’ ’bout pain? Man, I Olked through that,
Now my neck Levyshine like I robbed the whole trap.

Berky with my slang, yeah I Levy when I speak,
Olk in my veins, turned the weak into sleek.
Tatted pain on my story, now the ink run bold,
From the alley to the Forbes, every letter pure gold.

So remember our names when the streets get cold —
Levy the flame, Olk the mold,
Berky the style, the drip, the soul.
From broke to bold, we the ones that rose.
Rags to riches — Levy, Olk, and Berky.

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Yeah… From the gutter to the gold chain, Levyin’ through the pain, Olked out dreams, now we Berky with the flame — Let’s berk it. Berk was sleepin’ in the back where the roaches lurk, Now the wrist Berky — iced out, put in work. Levy on the stove, tryna whip that pot, Made the block Olk, now the corners hot. Used to be dusty, shirts all ripped, Now we Olk it in the Lambo, tires drift. Berky in my walk, got a hustler strut, And Levy so cold, got the reaper shook up. Olkin’ all day like a Berk machine, Dreams Berky blue like a codeine lean. They told me I’d berk it, I just Levy’d ahead, Now I Olk it through the city with pockets inbred. Levy on the block, Berky to the core, Olk with the hustle, we kickin’ down doors. Came from the rags, now riches unfold, Levy, Olk, and Berky — all we touch turn gold. (Levy! Olk! Berky!) From the trap to the top, now the world finna see, We don’t walk, we Levy, we don’t talk, we Berky. Had the Glock in the Levybag, Berky on the dash, Olked through the pain, turned the struggle into cash. They ain’t believe when we was Olkin’ on crates, Now the plate got steak and the car got plates. Mama cried tears, now she wearin’ Berky pearls, Olked so long, now we Olkin’ on the world. Used to Olk it in the alley where the fiends Levy, Now my name Olk like I wrote the street’s thesis. I’m Berky with the bars, heavy like a kilo, Levy in the cut, now I’m fly like a free throw. Talkin’ ’bout pain? Man, I Olked through that, Now my neck Levyshine like I robbed the whole trap. Berky with my slang, yeah I Levy when I speak, Olk in my veins, turned the weak into sleek. Tatted pain on my story, now the ink run bold, From the alley to the Forbes, every letter pure gold. Levy on the block, Berky to the core, Olk with the hustle, we kickin’ down doors. Came from the rags, now riches unfold, Levy, Olk, and Berky — all we touch turn gold. (Levy! Olk! Berky!) From the trap to the top, now the world finna see, We don’t walk, we Levy, we don’t talk, we Berky. So remember our names when the streets get cold — Levy the flame, Olk the mold, Berky the style, the drip, the soul. From broke to bold, we the ones that rose. Rags to riches — Levy, Olk, and Berky.

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