The North Bleeding

Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?

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It's Malik on the track

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Look

No new shoes 'til mama get her taxes

Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics

From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank

Been doin' this shit since I was 17, you think that I can't think?

My gangster, what the fuck you thinkin'?

'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me

Seen that I don't fuck with 'em, now they come for me

They know he keep it tucked with him

Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?

Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan' see me bleed

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall

I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round

I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call

I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa

Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk

Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke

Two hundred for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it

We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'

Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'

I feel it in the air like, like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena

I keep it gangster like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her

He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want me"

That's 20 mill' for me, and here goes 30 mill' for you, thug

Bless the shooter and fuck these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us

Shoot the burner 'til you hear it click, never tried to make a shoe fit

Baby mama fuckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know

The rain don't fall

Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round

I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call

I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa

Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk

Lay your flunky ass down, where that money at?

Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke

Two hundred for my bro, a pole

Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami

Take your pants off and come get on me, on me

Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami

She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga

Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga

And I'm back with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles

I'm like la-la-la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill him

Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition

At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission

How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'

Fuckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas

And she know that doe, that gang got dead bodies

It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on

Bangin' like this Saints Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf

She tryna help me take it slow

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall

I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round

I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call

I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa

Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk

Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke

Two hundred for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it

We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami

Take your pants off and come get on me, on me

Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami

She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me