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North Like Korea
$crim
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Back the fuck up
(You did good, $lick)
Shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
(It's a smash) shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Ay, turn me up, shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Let's go, shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
(Lonely boy)
On the East Bloc, Mr. Give No Fuck, I stay where the scheme at
Every opp I've known gossip like hoes like a bitch on the Tea app
My dogs all fiends, one just got clean, still hollerin', "Where the weed at?"
One just had rehab, kicked morphine, but still sippin' on lean bad
On Claude tryna make me a lean app
So northside, I don't even need maps
I thrive poor, I don't really need racks
All them threats, they jokes, what a knee slap
Double-R, V12 with the seat back
Frequency too high for the feedback
I be floatin' with the dead off a geek pack
Wolfgang, Fort Wayne, high as E flat (turn up)
Put these motherfuckers in a coffin'
I can't help but wish more death upon them
Popped a fake one now my mouth is foamin'
Take ketamine and end up in Wyoming
Jet so big, she thought it was a Boeing
100 milion, family curse, I broke it
Bigger flex is that I never boast it
Dick up out the window screamin', "Fuck 'em!"
Stick up out the window, we don't tuck 'em
Gun a whore, retention next to nothin'
Say my name, don't need no introduction
Indiana Fort Wayne out the north
Run the underground like I'm Hamas
Only time I kneel is for the cross
Spin the block and turn it to a morgue
Shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Shakin' the what? Shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Ay, turn me up, shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Let's go, what? Shakin' the block
Fully tact'd up, turn a raptor to a mac truck, yeah
Breakin' mirrors with his fuckin' face, give a fuck 'bout bad luck
Got a gay shooter that we call, "Fag", but don't get him mad, bruh
Northern propaganda, Garfield Lamb truck, countin' land trusts
My eyes say it all about me
Staff camo on me, can't see
He a bastard, he ain't with me
Gave it up how he hold up the three
I'm steppin' on shit for the five, nine
If I'm goin', bitch, then we all dyin'
Praise be to my Lord, my shield, and my sword
Who trainin' my hands for war time
What? Yeah, shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Shakin' the what? Shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Ay, turn me up, shakin' the block up (shakin' the block up)
Let's go, what? Shakin' the block- (shakin' the block up)
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These dudes are explorers
They're explorers, you know, they're not just explorin', you know, the terrain, or
They're lookin' for themselves, too
You know, they're tryin' to figure out some of these questions
You just can't figure some of this shit out at the kitchen table or in a classroom
You know, you gotta get out there
The big questions
Who am I?
What am I made of?
What am I destined for?
I think fear keeps people at home
Where everything's like neat and orderly, and
You know, he's got it all under control and all that
But his deepest questions ain't gettin' no answers in there
It's not gettin' no answers in front of the television or in the smartphone or none of that
You know?
You gotta be out there in the burning sands, or
In the, in the eye of the storm
You gotta get lost a little bit
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