Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micheal Caples
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brxtn Chase
Producer
Lyrics
North side, get the money
North side, get the cash
North side, keep it comin'
North side never last
North side, get the money
North side, get the cash
North side, keep it comin'
Keep a foot off in they ass, mane
Cold-blooded north **** but my soul southern
Show jumpin' if Capes on it, homie, that's no bluffin'
Big opinions from little **** that know nothin'
Closed door but they flows rubbish, I'm dome-huntin'
I spare none over snare drum and hi-hats
This combat, if **** shootin', I fire back (bah-bah-bah!)
That metal hit 'em, this lead'd kill 'em
The words are bullets, I get the urge to pull it
****'ll die flat
Servin' ****, they murder victims and carcasses
You're all targets, the bars flawless
I'm sharp as a throwin' star in the palm of a martial artist
So walk cautious, or Randy Moss with his palms on the bar
I'm ungottable, y'all knew that (y'all knew that)
Without a shadow of doubt, these suckas scramble for clout
I never do that
All that talkin', where the proof at? (Where the proof at?)
They say they great but they ain't, it's like they play for the Saints
We holla, "Who dat?" (ha)
I spit the truth in search of substance for the soul
Off any ****, feel it in a sucka ****'s soul
Sit 'em in they feelings when I'm gunnin' for the gold
Boy, I'm all about the green like I'm thuggin' for the Grove
North side, get the money
North side, get the cash
North side, keep it comin'
North side never last
North side, get the money
North side, get the cash
North side, keep it comin'
Keep a foot off in they ass, mane
My penmanship is wicked as Willie Lynch's intentions
'Cept I'm healin' **** with it 'stead of building division
I really be spittin' ism, **** they really listen
The lymphomatic conditions are systems and mental prisons
But they rather hear me rap 'bout trappin' and pimpin' hoes
How I'm bout that action, be clappin' and killin' folks
How I be stackin' cabbage, my neck and my wrist is froze
But gangster-killer-trapper, I never did fit that mold
So, follow the leader, I'm droppin' heaters at will
Before I meet the reaper, I'm reachin' to make a mil
I used to play the bleachers but now they reachin' for features
Though, and never mind them suckers
They leeches, I been deletin' folks
Focus on the end result and rarely on the struggle
Took the Ls and lessons, dawg, they only made me humble
Lessons over blessins, God done got me out the jungle
Now I'm Touchdown Tommy every time I break the huddle
North side, get the money
North side, get the cash
North side, keep it comin'
North side never last
North side, get the money
North side, get the cash
North side, keep it comin'
Keep a foot off in they ass, mane
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Yeah, this shit don't stop (ayy)
Yeah, this shit don't (ohh)
Stop, stop
Written by: Micheal Caples

