
North Star Offset (Ft. CeeLo Green)
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[Intro: Offset]
Shit got real, we was standin' in the rain, woah (Real)
I got four kids, know we need to spend some time, oh
[Verse 1: Offset]
I'm grindin' without the sleep (Hey)
I pray to get out of the street
I sit back and watch and see (Watch)
They plot they enemies (Plot)
They try to split the three
This shit longer than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin' me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna capture me)
They lyin' about the hoes, it's fuckin' my bitch up mentally (Lie)
Shit be glitter, it don't be gold the fame can fuck up your family (Lie)
It's hard to hold 'em, I'm sorry I fold
But you can't do this shit back to me (Sorry I fold)
Sippin' on 4-4 while I'm lane switchin' (4-4)
Thinkin' about my woes, let the gang get in
Niggas start crossin' out they bros let they fame get 'em (Who?)
Suckin' out my soul, she got a brain difference
Throwin' up big B's, Bent' Bentayga (Big B)
She ain't up to speed like my baby
Hop, hop in that new 'ghini and race it (Skrrt)
This is not a dream, no fugazi (Dream, dream, dream)
Shit got real, we was standin' in the rain, woah (Real)
I got four kids, know we need to spend some time, oh
[Verse 1: Offset]
I'm grindin' without the sleep (Hey)
I pray to get out of the street
I sit back and watch and see (Watch)
They plot they enemies (Plot)
They try to split the three
This shit longer than centuries (Woo)
Shit be botherin' me
I got scars under my sleeve (Scars)
The blogs is after me (Blogs is after me)
They tryna capture me (Tryna capture me)
They lyin' about the hoes, it's fuckin' my bitch up mentally (Lie)
Shit be glitter, it don't be gold the fame can fuck up your family (Lie)
It's hard to hold 'em, I'm sorry I fold
But you can't do this shit back to me (Sorry I fold)
Sippin' on 4-4 while I'm lane switchin' (4-4)
Thinkin' about my woes, let the gang get in
Niggas start crossin' out they bros let they fame get 'em (Who?)
Suckin' out my soul, she got a brain difference
Throwin' up big B's, Bent' Bentayga (Big B)
She ain't up to speed like my baby
Hop, hop in that new 'ghini and race it (Skrrt)
This is not a dream, no fugazi (Dream, dream, dream)
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