Northface Freestyle

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, f*ck 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)