Just Left the Northside

I just left the north side Young niggas ballin', they ain't talkin
Courtside My Meg is a stallion I ain't talkin
Horse rides Link up with Dreezy Zone Ten, how the Porsche, drive You know you hot when it's jealousy

Niggas ain't ballin', that's Department of Treasury
I can give you game, but the hustle's sold separately Educated queen and she sleep right next to
Me Lil' homie own a business, that's the shit
That impresses me Filet mignon with cheese eggs, baby what a recipe

Hit the right spot, she excited, breathin' heavily
Just got another tat, love the ink that they inject in me
Rest in peace, Ms. Carpenter, it's love for you, especially
Local rappers, non-factors, yet they hate on me aggressively
I'll knock you on ya dick

In the streets or on a melody Yeah, I'm up like 30 in the 4th
You niggas been done, stick the turkey with the fork
Informant ass nigga should be laying off the pork
Persuasive negligee and she waiting at the door

They looked the other way the other day when I was poor
Now my niggas pumping gas like attendants at the store
You dying by that shit if you depended on the sword
You steady buying shit that you know you can't afford

My ship been sailed and you niggas ain't aboard
The task didn't kill me, shots fired, praise the Lord
Muah