blanco & nipsey hussle - northern lights lyrics
[verse 1: blanco]
yeah, ay
they ask me how i came up, i don’t like to talk about it
and askin’ about my past just have us in an awkward silence
f-ck preacher, i’m off to the islands
you could look at the dope game as a plus or a minus
but i do f-ck the finest, i do smoke the best
and i smell of kush bud with a just a touch of success
and they just don’t know that i’m just that cold
like i just got a cold, i got a sick -ss flow
i’ma get that dough until i’m so so wealthy
get this on my own, not a single soul helped me
all i see is jealousy, all i hear is hater sh-t
all i hear is b-tches on my d-ck, yeah, that player sh-t
[chorus: kokane]
see me ballin’ outta control, pockets on swole
but it didn’t come easy
ain’t n-body gave me sh-t, i had to hustle hard for it
and that’s fa sheezy, they just don’t know
(they just don’t know) what a player had to do
they just don’t know (they just don’t know)
’cause you ain’t never been in my shoes
[verse 2: nipsey hussle]
look, fresh up out that bulletproof 745
tipped a hundred dollars when the valet grabbed my keys, i’m
runnin’ through this money like these hun’eds is adidas
they hatin’ and i see why, we riders and we fly
you n-gg-s is neither, you know the procedure
hustle ’til we run out, we count cash and re-up
high ’til we die, so it’s motherf-ck a detox
and only thing we run is louis belts through our levi’s
we the one, and i see what this become
they wavin’ they white flag, i’m still bustin’ my gun
no surrender, no retreat, my n-gg-, i got to eat
and keep thousand-dollar sneakers on my feet, hussle
[chorus: kokane]
see me ballin’ outta control, pockets on swole
but it didn’t come easy
ain’t n-body gave me sh-t, i had to hustle hard for it
and that’s fa sheezy, they just don’t know
(they just don’t know) what a player had to do
they just don’t know (they just don’t know)
’cause you ain’t never been in my shoes
[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
uh, listen, look
cops can’t touch a n-gg-, never been a sucker n-gg-
f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a n-gg-, all money money-getter
all i really care about, is the women in my kitchen
foldin’ clothes, washin’ dishes got me through them cold decembers
told ’em it’d be better days, so that explains the sh-t i’m into
i kept my word but details is confidential
not too many n-gg-s have survived the type of sh-t i’ve been through
and even less is this nice on an instrumental
minus the pencil, just the info
they tell me that it’s all a mind so i play this sh-t mental
they see the platinum plates and they -ssume that it’s a rental
’cause his alb-m’s yet to drop, so how he pull up in a benzo?
drop the top, bet the b-tch got crop
let it blow in the wind or i’ma roll ’em stock, yock, yock
the stop’ll be the block
grab a phat sack of weed then we hopped on a yacht
[chorus: kokane]
see me ballin’ outta control, pockets on swole
but it didn’t come easy
ain’t n-body gave me sh-t, i had to hustle hard for it
and that’s fa sheezy, they just don’t know
(they just don’t know) what a player had to do
they just don’t know (they just don’t know)
’cause you ain’t never been in my shoes
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