[Part 1 : "NORTHSTAR"]

[Verse 1]
Focus a lot on myself
Shit go unnoticed, I'm not wanting help
Last tape bound to knock y'alls off a shelf
Solitaire with the cards I was dealt
Whole lot to air, not a lot'll be felt
Face punch that is not for the wealth
Got me chillin' in the dark now
New monster, the villain ain't apart now
Big shock, know a chick could put her arc down
Unboxed, I could kill him in the start round
Roadblocks, I'ma search for a detour
Glove box empty, nothin' there to reach for
At least four G's in the blees what I need more, love I don't keep score
Should be chillin' with the bugs on the seafloor
Sights in the sky, I ain't ready
Die with the gripеs, fly high, I ain't petty
Big vibes outside with thе eyes all heavy
No time sittin' by, shit's mine, I'm headin' on up

[Part 2 : "SCORCH"]

[Intro]
Pilot, your titan is standing by, call it when ready
I am never outpaced
You know that
[Chorus]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
All around the block I see the feds
As a youngin', I could always see the Glock inside my hand
If I grew up in the violence, I would probably be dead
Only reason I ain't now is that my mom would be upset so on my mama I'm a threat

[Verse 2]
[?] set off a detector, choppa a professor, I pop up with a lecture
Pussy Krakatoa, it's like lava when I enter
Hot like what I sent her, the coffin in the center
That cracker was raised in a another time
But I don't give fuck, I'm still pulling the Glock and the racists are making him shucking jobs
Ain't no hanging, he stay on the other line
He gon' sit there and wait for his other guy
Better off if you pray to the fucking sky
This shit ain't a game, no other lives
I feel like I done replayed this a hundred times
This shit fly open the back, catch ones easy, gon' need a mattress
Slaughterhouse and I will bleed fascist
Know I keep it chopper, they ain't [?]
Thinking back to why I really have it, gotta take a second and perceive the facts
See the junkies lurking, couple people strapped
They ain't a fucking joke, I gotta keep it packed
Case crashed they spinning, stay strapped like busy
Young goat no kidding, young homie Hank Hill
Want smoke, big grilling, catch tones on beats
Attitude been shitty, bad talk been slimming
Pulling off black whittle, twilight time drilling
Huh, fuck out my face
Damn
[Chorus]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
All around the block I see the feds
As a youngin' I could always see the Glock inside my hand
If I grew up in the violence, I would probably be dead
Only reason I ain't now is that my mom would be upset so on my mama I'm a threat