[Verse Truck North]
I could turn a gray sky, blue
Make it rain on them girls when I want it to
I do it all with ease
The illest nigga alive in 501s until my job done
Nigga please, you've spent a lifetime on your knees
I've spent a lifetime with a skill that's unseen
Did the wrath, the math until it came clean
And that's true (Hey-yo, do the science of that)
I met a chick from Peru, who love Jeru
She know all his records, and her girls do too
Man, that's my type, I'm so good
And I stay fly, top flight, I'm as high as the Wright Brothers
First into space, and I erase motherfuckers
Then I'm gone from the place without a trace, motherfuckers
Cats scared on them dog day afternoon
So I'm lapping all of you coons
It is
I put the pen to the paper and erase cartoons
Dancing with the devil, moonlight pale blue
On the highway to hell in some wing-tipped shoes
Drinking [Pa?rl ??] like a north philly goon
Womb to the tomb, been immune to bafoons
Hit the bank with a mask like I'm motherfucking DOOM
Girls swept away, I'mma need a bigger broom
Take the bride from the groom
She hyped now, cause she getting popped like balloons
The [songs like crune?]
Got me running on fumes, gunning on fools
Here come the rain again
It's where they try to clock my style like Big Ben
Boi-boi where you been, hey, I been in the cut
Them niggas heard I was dead in the streets, I'm getting head on the beach
Knee-deep in the beep, balls-deep in the freak
North Side don't sleep, nigga

[Hook]
It's easy homes, I could do this all day
Believe me homes, this is light work
Small things to a giant (to a giant)
This ain't for amateurs dog, so don't try it
It's easy homes, I could do this all day
Believe me homes, this is light work
Small things to a giant (to a giant)
This ain't for amateurs dog, fam, don't try it

[Verse 2]
The man and the myth
Back off tour, with a plan and a spliff
More punch than a fist
Going on a murder spree, I got a new list
Niggas out the pocket, they can't avoid the blitz
So I'm cracking suckas bones like I'm finna' make a wish
They didn't get the memo that we can't co-exist
This is murder by design
Black collar crime, where only the strong survives (that's real)
So count your nine lives then put them on the line
All these rappers want to shine, but these rappers can't rhyme
Time after time, on my Cyndi Lauper grind
Where these girls just want to have fun, I ain't lyin'
Seen their true colors, money-green, none other
Soul brother, number one, still the number one stunner
And now they all wonder like why, I say it's from the soul I ain't even gotta try
(that's De La, nigga)
The stakes is high, even more than before
Wrong words uttered, now them killers at your door
Guns on draw, with no regard for law
Treat me like Maverick, the way I pull your card
Move to get richer, so fuck most niggas
They tell me North Side, you a Dick, like Richard
Dean like Pritchard while I paint the bigger picture
That'll put a sucker in submission like I'm Royce Gracie
Line them up, shut 'em down, they scared to face me
30 Rocks will have them all gone and Tracy, back on my hustle, man
And now I'm on the lamb like a wolf in sheep skin, straight creepin'
Eating cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys, and Ricans
Then back to the hood where they do the most good
Can't stand where I stood, (? lil' nigga)

[Hook]