Текст песни ONE DEGREE NORTH (feat. J.Ara) - Zak North

Hold up I can really boom and bap
I go crazy like I'm out at Duke where the students at
K's in the trunk are no good if you lacking
So we ride around with Glocks on our lap, facts
I'll put some goons on your top and make you snap back
Ain't got to pay them boys cause they know that I'm the bag
And I be popping out at random times, ass crack
And get your bitch wetter than her own bath mat
That ain't the topic of discussion though
Records hitting hard my career on concussion though
Still on the couch I guess you niggas in your comfort zone
I could call the dawgs off but I'm the type to run up score
Checking at the door it never comes down wires
We even make her take her bra off if it come with wires
Cause niggas wise facts
My spot is permanent that's why I'm so relaxed
Even Marty McFly couldn't take it back
Yeah wine sipping and fine living
We celebrate the criminal and not the crime victim
High spirits and night swimming
In love with time, my time is money so I'll never kill it
I'm proud of my brother he left this life alone
But bitches and money money and bitches I'm on
And my woman back at home who you tried to snitch to
But she reply back like bitch R U Dumb?!
I know what he's on I'm the one he push up on
Ya'll think you fill his void but I got news bitch you don't
Who you think he give his paper to, to fucking thumb
He don't fly you out the country or put you through college
She don't ask you ask you bitches questions
Cause she really never gave a fuck
She know ain't no other niggas doing half of what I'm doing
And you can try to slide on her but good luck
Cause every single night it's my dick on her butt nigga what
But I didn't come from silver spooning
My inner self be telling me you needed that to be you
When I was down bad nobody but family had my back
So I don't reply back when they say what you been up to
But at least they know I'm up cause I done messed up
But I hold my head up and now I'm checked up
And you don't need no doctor just to point that out
And you can tell I played receiver by my paper route
I'm done donating advice for Goodwill only
When I die cremate me so they can't look down on me
Too many debating about who the best is
When I hold Panhandle grip on the game I'm Destined
I make music for niggas for who get bitches
And wear their heart on their sleeve but leave blood on the leaves
I'm way too shiesty for you to get it back period
Cuz if I hit that purr she won't ever hear you

Hopping out in my splendor making the views scenic
Please no photos we enjoying this good evening
Deep breaths in arenas they said he'd never breath in
Suddenly haters busting uey's must be amnesia
Want to see a dead body just go look in the booth
I've got the heads of kings hanging up in the stu
Don't hear that chatter I'm connected to a higher power
They slept at 24 I'm on my 25th hour
This legacy where we turn odds to monuments
Cause I'm a product of loop holes and conduits
And you can look at how I move and see the difference
I ain't satisfied until I own the building
Pass it down to my children I'm Coleco with the Vision
Put my niggas on planes and yachts oh what a feeling
Life minus the ceilings no inclusions or blemishes
Inside of the stones the clarity so brilliant
To legendary to sell out popping too much to sit down
Nostalgia in my bars like the old jail downtown
Now it's Mai Tai's in Nevada just to piss out
Niggas will burn their bridge just to hate on this thing of ours
Aye Zak look here's some keys from a don to another boss
Trust will get you lined always watch for the double cross
We kill ants with Mack trucks just to set the bar
And gravity don't apply to niggas that's born stars
The world is ours haha