Wake up in the morning, gotta thank God
Walking out the bando with a .45
Shake a 7/11 in the dog pound
It's just another day on the North side
I'm for real, nigga, you can ask about us, nigga
We earn stripes on the North side
Just another day, just another day
Just another day on the North
Real talk, nigga
I know niggas took a loss, nigga
On the North side, it's just another day on the North side
On the North, it's just another day on the North side
It's just another day, what is a day on the north?
Wake up in the morning, they kick in the door
We looking for money, we looking for gold
My niggas 100, my niggas on go
My niggas is trapping, dapping, what is you having?
Run with the second, I go with the hard
They calling me Quavo McFadden, no John Madden
Up in the game
Look at my house, take a long at my ring
Walk in the North and I know I got rank
Pull up in the North and remember the day
I play the game like a game of spades
And I took me a flight to the Everglades
I told 'em that day that it was my way and never get paid of 50k
Nigga, they bucking, they rubbing, they sacking
Taking the pounds and breaking them down
What a beautiful day, my AKK recouped with 100 rounds
Niggas talking like they got the crown
Find their body in the lost and found
Chopper louder than surround sound
It's an undercover in the underground
Just another day on the North side rollin'
(rolling)
Riding around trying to get it in, 2Pac ala zone
(2Pac)
My young nigga hit a 100 band jug and the car belt was stolen
Young nigga still strapped by the North side
Doing the candy patrolling
Chucking no gloves, drive [?]
We headed to ground, we here to do time
Killing the door a million times
My nigga [?] he had to do fire
The hood were crying when Pistol Pete died
You gotta survive, the streets will eat you alive
They say we wear make up, but that was a lie
Broke in them houses, no regular ball
You said that you hard, you niggas are frauds
I went to the pen and them times were hard
I got a bulldog and it's gonna bark
You niggas is bitches, you really a tard
Bitches they mad cause I broke their heart
Needed college, I didn't go to clock
Beating the pot like it's martial arts
Writer(s): Xavier L. Dotson, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirshnik Khari Ball
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