Northface Freestyle Lyrics

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)