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 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 sh*t
All I hear is b*tches on my di*k, yeah, that player sh*t

[Chorus: Kokane]
See me ballin' outta control, pockets on swole
But it didn't come easy
Ain't nobody 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*ggas 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*gga, 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 nobody 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*gga, never been a sucker n*gga
f*ck a b*tch, f*ck a n*gga, 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*ggas 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 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 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 nobody 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