[Intro]
Where you from? Nigga, nawfside
Hey, north pole polar bear, shining like a solar flare
You ain’t from the trenches you ain’t got no business going there
Can’t say I ain’t warn you, that’s yo’ ass if you don’t beware
Go to war, I’m gon’ prepare, wait
[Verse 1]
From your hood to the 44, cold as Cube going solo
Doing hours in the dojo ‘til the Sensei pray for no more
All I’m missing is the promo, soon as Bingo catch a fire all that bullshit you pushing is a no go
Moving units by the boatload, God Body be the logo
Throw the hood in the photos, paying homage to the old flow
Houston had the whole world slow mo
Fast forward to the present tense, it’s like еveryone went insanе
It’s a new era but ain’t nothing changed, put some respect on our name, hey
KARTER told the kid to do it, so I had to do it, don’t confuse or misconstrue it
Never get it twisted, I’m already proven, I’ma scribble scratch until your image ruined
Then sell it for a fat stack, ‘cause it’s abstract, Bingo doing numbers like the NASDAQ
Give me fifty feet, nigga back-back, still strictly business baby that’s facts
[Chorus]
Hey, and I’m ballin’ far as sports go (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Never sell a nigga short though (hey, hey, hey, hey)
God Body, this the lord flow (wait), compass show you where the course go (wait)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole (praise!)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole (praise!)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole (praise!)
Hey, wait, and I’m ballin’ far as sports go (wait), compass show you where the course go (praise!)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole
[Verse 2]
Ricc free, free Kenneth, shit at least reduce the sentence
So we can take it back to winning, major league doing pennants
They ain’t really with it, I can tell the difference if you in the trenches
Niggas only G on computers, keep it low key, you can’t see no maneuvers
You want to reach me then meet up with Yunus
Word is bond, you gotta pay to play and no you can’t complain ‘bout what it’s costing, right
Ran off on the plug once, couldn’t do it twice, would’ve lost his life, drop the mic
We don’t want to hear you struggle making up another statement
God blessing all the trap niggas and you wonder why you’re feeling so forsaken
Walk in your trap and I overtake it, kick in your door and my soldiers raid it
Cut what you’re talking, no correlation, Bingo the greatest, ain’t no debating
Sir D pulled up like a patriot, but you ain’t Tom Brady, you so deflated
Might as well face it, you can’t erase it, hope what I’m saying is resonating
I’m not your traditional trapper, I came up on After tha Kappa
I came up off Still Pimpin’ Pens, I got all that game from the pastor
I’m not your traditional trapper, I’m hoping by now you would notice
That I don’t move dope, I do dope shit, and I just can’t fuck with no ho shit
[Bridge]
Hey, north pole polar bear, shining like a solar flare
You ain’t from the trenches you ain’t got no business going there
Can’t say I ain’t warn you, that’s yo’ ass if you don’t beware
Go to war, I’m gon’ prepare, wait
[Chorus]
Hey, and I’m ballin’ far as sports go (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Never sell a nigga short though (hey, hey, hey, hey)
God Body, this the lord flow (wait), compass show you where the course go (wait)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole (praise!)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole (praise!)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole (praise!)
Hey, wait, and I’m ballin’ far as sports go (wait), compass show you where the course go (praise!)
Bingo boomin’ out the north pole
