Karu Noru - The North Star

Yeah, either you broke or you poppin
Yeah, either you got it, don't got it
Line broke I revived it
I ain't lyin', I got it I been riding, round, cool, never say nothin bout it

I'll put you on too, but the fame is a problem
I ain't lyin' to you, baby, I been up since the bottom
I been ridin' in the tropics, ridin' in the mountains Ridin' in the A with the blues in my pocket
Ridin' in the D with the blues in my pocket

I ain't gon' lie, baby, is you gon' drop it
I been stone cold, you would think I'm made of diamonds
We go so hard, grab, the mic too drop it
I ain't gon' lie, you either is or you ain't

The biggest debate if I made of somethin' you ain't
Cause I'm so cold that I been considered a saint
Fadin' away when the drummer bang 808s
Yeah, yeah a nigga too raw

Baby in the paint, I be too raw
Somethin' like Da Vinci, I be too gone
I ain't gon' lie, baby, took off
Yeah, you either is or you ain't A nigga rollin' and poppin', they tryna get in my way

And yeah, I get it, you broke, so you try preventing my way
But I told you, you motherfuckers can't get in my way
Ain't touchin' me, touchin' me, can't Day sippers sippin' on yak in the day
I'm gon' supply when the fiends be callin'

Ain't no reply when the beams be on ya
Drive around the corner on three, take off
Not my forte, but I make it work
We don't walk on less than two on us

We don't rob banks, but even so, we gon' ball
Step on my Ye's, not gon' trip, never fall
I ain't gon' lie, you either not or you bout it
We ain't gon' we steady thumbing through hundreds

See me outside, but you too broke
I ain't gon' lie, he just spittin' in the D
From the murder Mitt
I ain't gon' lie Spent a G on the Vegas strip
Steady gettin' pape all my life, bankin' with the best

Ridin' in the coupe with my boo, holdin' out her hand
Yeah, this beat cold, give me dream vibes
And the melody got me countin' green now
And I put her to sleep with this D now
Rock a bye, baby, put a ring on
Don't gotta ask, baby, what are we bout
I'ma buy her the world with the key out

I give her all that I have in the meantime
I ain't gon' lie, trippin' in the meanwhile
Yeah, man, you niggas can't touch this
Fuck it up in the bank, what the fuck's this
Yeah, man, you niggas can't touch this
Fuck it up in my bank, man, what's this

What's this? Blues in my hand, man, fuck this
I don't give a fuck about you niggas, fuck this, fuck this
Me and my chick till it's dead, bitch
Man, we spendin' all we can, man, fuck this, fuck this

Yeah, baby, fuck this I ain't fuckin' with these niggas, man, fuck this, fuck this
VVs on my chest when I'm rich, bitch
Yeah, I'm Uzi and its vert, bitch, fuck this
Yeah, cause it's up, bitch
Man, it's stuck up and I'm stuck, bitch
Fuck these other niggas can't touch shit

Written by:
Karl Norfleet

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