Northface Freestyle
Little do you know
Little do you know
Little do you know
Milla what she wrote
Hop in my North Face
When I'm up in my feelings
And, shawty tried to move sherm
With Milla til she seen winning
I'm the youngin
Always high up on the ceiling
Looking down on snakes
And, all 'em wanna be villains
I done watched the robbers steal
And, killas go spinning
All cus they "wit it"
Take ya life for chicken
Took a different route, uh
Milla on the business
Look up I see mice, some snakes, and some pigeons
But take some time out
Take a look inside my eyes
Might see a dark cloud
Children innocent and end up inna dog pound
You ain't innocent, I heard you let off 4 rounds
Tryna up the score now
Where we from it's easier if you take the ball route
Where I'm from you on the wrong side
Get hawked down
Ain't no talk now (Nah)
Face down to the ground
You gon' stand on ten toes
Or let em put you down
Shit I know the feeling
Yea, you hold ya life high
But respect just wasn't given
Two hittas with two-threes
That's Jordan, That's Pippen
Tryna paint a picture
Smell of blood and cheap cologne
Be one hell of a mixture
But back to the racks
Take that profit, put it back inna trap
Never let the money make you
'Cause you making it stack
Listen, fuck all 'em rats
Eating bacon, we don't get into that
Tell 'em if they want some smoke, then get back
Yea I'm back this another one
We dem boys outside until the fun is done
Ball out til da' sun is done
Everybody one of one
Tell me since all of y'all different
Why I always get the same results from everyone
Fifties and Twenties
Came along way for these racks
Let's talk on the money
Know we did a lot
But, we was just young niggas (Bummy)
Tryna take it from me
He a stupid lil' dummy
Nah, I can't fold
Ten toes on the road, we got bankrolls
Feelings froze
Now we ain't fucking with no stank hoes
Stack them pesos
Built it from the bottom, to the top like some Legos
Too saucy, this ain't Prego
We using strategy
Moving through them streets
If you don't listen, there be casualties
Youngin' with them Smith and Wessons
AR's spitting, 223's
Tragedy
Faceless shadows, up it
They tryna splat ya bean, tragic scene (Gang)
Little do you know
Little do you know
Milla what she wrote
Hop in my North Face
When I'm up in my feelings
And, shawty tried to move sherm
With Milla til she seen winning
I'm the youngin
Always high up on the ceiling
Looking down on snakes
And, all 'em wanna be villains
I done watched the robbers steal
And, killas go spinning
All cus they "wit it"
Take ya life for chicken
Took a different route, uh
Milla on the business
Look up I see mice, some snakes, and some pigeons
But take some time out
Take a look inside my eyes
Might see a dark cloud
Children innocent and end up inna dog pound
You ain't innocent, I heard you let off 4 rounds
Tryna up the score now
Where we from it's easier if you take the ball route
Where I'm from you on the wrong side
Get hawked down
Ain't no talk now (Nah)
Face down to the ground
You gon' stand on ten toes
Or let em put you down
Shit I know the feeling
Yea, you hold ya life high
But respect just wasn't given
Two hittas with two-threes
That's Jordan, That's Pippen
Tryna paint a picture
Smell of blood and cheap cologne
Be one hell of a mixture
But back to the racks
Take that profit, put it back inna trap
Never let the money make you
'Cause you making it stack
Listen, fuck all 'em rats
Eating bacon, we don't get into that
Tell 'em if they want some smoke, then get back
Yea I'm back this another one
We dem boys outside until the fun is done
Ball out til da' sun is done
Everybody one of one
Tell me since all of y'all different
Why I always get the same results from everyone
Fifties and Twenties
Came along way for these racks
Let's talk on the money
Know we did a lot
But, we was just young niggas (Bummy)
Tryna take it from me
He a stupid lil' dummy
Nah, I can't fold
Ten toes on the road, we got bankrolls
Feelings froze
Now we ain't fucking with no stank hoes
Stack them pesos
Built it from the bottom, to the top like some Legos
Too saucy, this ain't Prego
We using strategy
Moving through them streets
If you don't listen, there be casualties
Youngin' with them Smith and Wessons
AR's spitting, 223's
Tragedy
Faceless shadows, up it
They tryna splat ya bean, tragic scene (Gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Otis Hill
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