Blanco, Nipsey Hussle, Kokane - Northern Lights lyrics
Blanco [Joshua Emmanuel Pinto João Eduardo] Cazenga, Luanda, Angola/Kennington, South London, U.K. 🇦🇴🇬🇧
[Blanco, Nipsey Hussle, Kokane - Northern Lights lyrics]
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
Fuck preacher, I'm off to the islands
You could look at the dope game
As a plus or a minus
But, I do fuck 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 ass 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 shit
All I hear is bitches on my dick, yeah
That player shit
See me ballin' outta control
Pockets on swole but it didn't come easy
Ain't nobody gave me shit
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
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 niggas is neither, you know the procedure
Hustle 'til we run out
We count cash and re-up
High 'til we die, so it's motherfuck 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 nigga
I got to eat
And keep thousand dollar sneakers on my feet
Hussle
See me ballin' outta control
Pockets on swole but it didn't come easy
Ain't nobody gave me shit
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
Uh, listen, look cops can't touch a nigga
Never been a sucker nigga
Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga
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 shit I'm into
I kept my word but details is confidential
Not too many niggas have survived the
Type of shit 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 shit mental
They see the platinum plates and they
Assume that it's a rental
'Cause his album's yet to drop
So how he pull up in a Benzo?
Drop the top, bet the bitch 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
See me ballin' outta control
Pockets on swole but it didn't come easy
Ain't nobody gave me shit
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
I don't like to talk about it
And askin’ about my past just have
Us in an awkward silence
Fuck preacher, I'm off to the islands
You could look at the dope game
As a plus or a minus
But, I do fuck 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 ass 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 shit
All I hear is bitches on my dick, yeah
That player shit
See me ballin' outta control
Pockets on swole but it didn't come easy
Ain't nobody gave me shit
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
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 niggas is neither, you know the procedure
Hustle 'til we run out
We count cash and re-up
High 'til we die, so it's motherfuck 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 nigga
I got to eat
And keep thousand dollar sneakers on my feet
Hussle
See me ballin' outta control
Pockets on swole but it didn't come easy
Ain't nobody gave me shit
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
Uh, listen, look cops can't touch a nigga
Never been a sucker nigga
Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga
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 shit I'm into
I kept my word but details is confidential
Not too many niggas have survived the
Type of shit 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 shit mental
They see the platinum plates and they
Assume that it's a rental
'Cause his album's yet to drop
So how he pull up in a Benzo?
Drop the top, bet the bitch 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
See me ballin' outta control
Pockets on swole but it didn't come easy
Ain't nobody gave me shit
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