Give My Life

Yo, I'm Ice Cold, and I'm from the roc I just want to talk to y'all for a minute No love in the place I considered home So every chance I got to roam, shit I was gone Mama was always working, complaining that she Hurting Started skipping school, searching the surface for My purpose But what was hidden underneath, was the Makings of a beast That had me shooting dice and staying late out in The streets First apartment on the east, a couch and air Mattress When it was cold, I used a stove for the heat Niggas piled up in my kitchen baggin work up Smoking weed Freestyling over beats, bunch of humble ass Gangstas Oldest nigga seventeen , had to rumble with the Neighbor He was calling the police I done punched on several niggas about respect Off in streets You can say what you want, but it's that extra shit For me You can call me if you dealing with something, I'd Be relief Just don't call me asking me to do shit That you would never ever do for me I remember, when I started hustling and shit I just wanted to be, Tony Montana and shit I remember telling my migo a kilo wasn't enough So he threw me five more, call himself, calling my Bluff I dropped the price two points, cause I hit it two To one Gave my man a half a man, shit that's a body in the Trunk Every time I cut a corner, couple thousand is the Cut Mixing brickle with the ching, I be whylin with the blunt Several jars in the Louis looking Gucci in the truck I used to do the oochie coochie so profusely for The nut Jokers knocking on the screen, they want molly, They want lean I'm up early with the thirty's , case they pop out for the Beans So much mugga in my miri's, feti busting out my Jeans I live my life, how I wanna live my life F*ck you mean, I'ma smoke it to a roach, no Matter what I gross We used to play with chutes and ladders as a kid Inside my home Now we shoot with ladders, so ironic how it goes We was taught, don't say a thing, and that way Nobody knows I suppose, man You know in your life, you just hope to get you a Bad one Man, I thought I had me a bad one Listen, she a boss bitch I just hate that she bougie but still sick, period My daughter a Louis in a bottle, I read me to be Considerate For days I was ignorant, missing from ten to ten Again Back and forth, Jersey to Philly, D.C. to Michigan Tired of my shit, no Michelin, no sentences Just mmhmms and little sniggerings Walk around ass all out, won't let me hit the shit Till I get dimension and demons, she wanna kiss And shit Same shit she do with the za, when I twist my shit Soon as I spark the mingulau, she wanna hit the Shit Soon as I say it's Bodega, she get to dissing shit Broke nigga this, and fucked nigga that Please tell me what borough you think I found Shorty at Talk to a nigga crazy but love me ten toes flat First day of my beard, a letter came that said I'll be there when you walk out free, and that was that What happened Never heard from that bitch again But it is what it is Facts Ice Cold Signing off Rocdistrict We in the motherfucking building Kill it Dice My niggas skan on the boards Fresh out the green room, you dig Groovy Shit so crazy we just gonna let it rock Freestyle shit on real quick