Testi:
North Star Ballin

respected by all And all is fair in love and war When we Ballin' From L.B.C. to N.Y.C., shit we Ballin' When we Ballin', we loved by few Hated by many

crashed into the Death Star's remains Tapped the right side of my heart twice entering the faculties State of the Art SS Enterprise coordinates North Star

my flow dope, like what you would call crack Now if I ain't a Outlawz, then what do you call that Cause I'ma beat up the beat, like a fucking ball bat

I get more bank then a NBA back board Stack yours while we slam black Cadillac doors 2 Tellies watchin' Nelly, and 3 Tellies showin' Belly Big ballin like some meat-balls

ready to settle down now - yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind. I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star o'er

like Ron Isley At the bar, Herut the Cognac star Ice Courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars I'm smooth and ready like Telly Savales Likwit Crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers

Travelin round the Lone Star state you sure can have a ball, Stayin out way too late. Feels like we've seen it all, From Corpus up to Amarillo everybody

ends on a jet plane Frozen water in my chain come and ice skate It's the god the commissioner of the ball game Better yet I'm cyber ballin' off the internet

nigga holiday My Nigga D.J Holiday Chea [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bricks All white bricks Off white bricks Light tan bricks Just hit a lick, For 50 more bricks Balling