Outro

In the Bay, game run deep as the abyss where sharks don't exist Young Berner got gills behind his jaws, wears on his hands and feet He's a big pescado, the motherfucking aficionado going full throttle From the San Francisco sewer to an entrepreneur Popping champagne bottles, fucking top notch models Hitting switches on bitches and leaving snitches in ditches Smoking cookies by the pound, real niggas love it, suckas frown And if you can't swim from town to town, you bound to drown And if you black or brown, they tryna lock us down Young Berner from the underground to the top of the mound Where everybody wanna hound and hang around Just know an ant'll kick a elephant if you catch 'em down So stay on your Ps and Gs, keep pushing trees And giving these streets what they need And the first time a nigga violate, make 'em bleed Impregnate his lips, administrate his nose And if the violations is egregious, fill him full of bullet holes