The North Star Lyrics

Fuck Econometrics

My nigga he a chemist in the Kitchen and he said he got a plan and I'm with it

Now we got the white in the pan for the whipping

Switch it out to brown cause that shit cook better

They didn't listen

Shooting from the periphery of the vision

Them focal point niggas was smoking and devoted

I was right with them just joking and hoping

I lost focus

Time is limited gotta make the most of it

Before global you dominate locally

Each enemy eradicate totally

Fuck money my nigga, seek more knowledge

Easy phrase when shits not that bad

Everything stinks when it hits that fan

Whip running off math not gas

Got ten G's credit and the work in my bag pack

Fuck around and became the plug

Fuck around and became a drug

Fiends blowing up my phone at ungodly hours

Double priced so i made the drop

Met a chick that can roll my spliffs

Tight pussy but she take it all

Said she hate when I use a condom

What the fuck do she take me for

But I think I love her so i take it off

By twenty sixteen I need a baby boy

Ready or not nigga that is not an issue

Gotta leave an empire for my little nephews

Still posted standing smoking outside the venue

Can't enjoy the event, my product on the menu

Selfish decisions that i make myself

I just hope that they vindicate my wealth

Open my eyes

Get my weed out the jar

Hold a fresh read a Psalms

Then get my feet on the tar

Defied the odds and I have made it this far

To deliver this message

So when you see me rejoice

Open my eyes

Get my weed out the jar

Hold a fresh read a Psalms

Then get my feet on the tar

This is for all the niggaz who's on a path

Who may have somehow got lost and are looking to the stars

Haven't bought a bottle in a minute

Pockets on thin ambition Chinchilla

Gotta stay calm when the skreets on Skrillex

Trying not to react when the issue is Fiat

But my old habits my same habits

The same patterns keep by heart cold and my conscience granite and granted

I see signs of my timely demise but fuck it Ima keep smoking till my body is dirt in the planet

I'm an old soul I've been fucking old hoes

Ever since frank Griz told me his total

I've been dissing even bitches that deserved more

In and out a pussy quick like a wormhole

Tryna get my ones up

Wine and whites in my caldron

Found my feet now I'm grounded

Born sinner sure winner

Every time my brother talks about them foreign women

Every time I wrap my skin in pricy foreign linen

Its crazy how one spliff turns into seven

I moved to earth, I'm really from heaven

And my next destination is looking so hellish

Its Mr. Darkness the man and the legend

One and the same drugs in my brain

Chronically underachieved fuck a degree wasn't for me

Now its time to reshuffle the cards that's up in my sleeve

And pluck the top one guess what its a King

Prince of piece have it pon me tuck e neat

In case these niggas in the streets run up on my vechs

My nigga Converse Geppetto with the puppetry

If you shaky he will always have the upper hand

Decide quickly what is the plan

Smoke weed and sell contraband

Cigarette smoking's just no good

I am just a Ganja man

Open my eyes

Get my weed out the jar

Hold a fresh read a Psalms

Then get my feet on the tar

Defied the odds and I have made it this far

To deliver this message

So when you see me rejoice

Open my eyes

Get my weed out the jar

Hold a fresh read a Psalms

Then get my feet on the tar

This is for all the niggaz who's on a path

Who may have somehow got lost and are looking to the stars