CENTRAL CEE - UP NORTH (LYRICS)

The gun that we got came from up north But if it beat, then you'll go down south German stick, they call it a SIG Even though it's no smokin' allowed My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior If we die right now, then we're goin' in style Huh, can't be hospital The life that we live is so hostile

Got suburban children tryna relate If you ain't been broke, you won't know what I'm sayin' The waiter come, I just give him my card and tap it I don't even know what I'm payin' Oh, what a wonderful life I'm livin' But somethin' just don't feel right The guys like tumble dryers, they're spinnin' While I jump on the mic, I'm spittin' K1 jump out the right try kill him

I try satisfyin' my woman But baby, I'm done for the night, I'm kippin' I gotta be up in a couple of hours Big tactical knife I'm grippin' Just in case they try their luck Of course, I'm walkin' with God But bro, in this world, no, that ain't enough

Bro's in the party with a loaded gun How the fuck did he get that in the club? I scrubbed up well and I stepped in fresh Like say, I jumped off of the back of the truck

Now I'm in Miami eatin' Carbone If you ain't been out the hood, you won't get that Paigons drop, then I'm listenin' carefully Art of war, I gotta know where their heads at Been a long week, let me find a masseuse My chain and my pendant's hurtin' my neck, back They don't get what they want, so they switch up

So all along they tryna finesse man Somebody get them a Tampax Grown man actin' like teenage gyal Huh, no sweet 16 The G17's gon' ruin your b-day plan

All of us raised by single women Taught ourself how to become a man 'Member the days when dinner weren't made My belly would ache in need of a scran

The gun that we got came from up north But if it beat, then you'll go down south German stick, they call it a SIG Even though it's no smokin' allowed My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior If we die right now, then we're goin' in style Huh, can't be hospital The life that we live is so hostile

The results from the doc came back and they said that I got imposter syndrome 'Member the days I was freezin' cold, I was writin' my name on the frosted windows Start of the year when FDot died 26th of Jan, I lost my kinfolk Cam told me that he died, and I replied, "Huh?" I hoped that he'd say it's a typo

Came from the mud and my whole hood witnessed Now all the kids know anything's possible Bussin' a jug on the enemy territory Thinkin' back now, that wasn't logical You ain't gotta check in on my mental health

When someone diss, it's comical My girl loves to go back and forth If you wanna do that, bae, take up volleyball I don't have time for the million-pound meetin' in town Girl, let you alone I'm livin' my movie, I won't make a sequel I can't decline like Home Alone 2 Too competitive, don't wanna lose Day in the life, let's see if you really trap Turn off the autotune It wouldn't have blown though if it weren't true

The gun that we got came from up north But if it beat, then you'll go down south German stick, they call it a SIG Even though it's no smokin' allowed My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior If we die right now, then we're goin' in style Huh, can't be hospital The life that we live is so hostile

Yo, I been everywhere gang Up north, down south Jails all throughout the country, bro I know what everybody's like But up here, up north, we ain't playin', bro We get your shit snatched

Get your face punched off, bro We'll even bun you, bro, we ain't playin' And man are goin' jail behind this shit That's why we keeping the guy's names alive, man You know what I'm sayin'? Support the trenches, man, free the guys all day