Icey

Run it up I'm tryna make a change feeling like Lil Baby got to prove sumn They be tweaking on me cause they sleeping on me Like they favorite button was the snooze button Time to wake them up Tired of shorty telling me we breaking up Just tryna break some records and apply that pressure Make my music better f*ck that extra stuff… REAL SHIT I ain't done enough I gotta step it up not just as a man but a father figure That mean toughen up If you ain't giving it your all Tell me why you even bother nigga You can't be around me and a deadbeat That don't even go in the same sentence I know two brothers with the same mother Who don't like each other in the same prison Different charges I just find it fucked how we end it up in they same system Gotta watch the game and who they point to blame They tryna wash your brain know the system wicked Tryna beat the streets in Dr Dre Beats getting no sleep staying on the grind Feeling fantastic going Illmatic in this Gangster rapper NEW York state of mind They don't see the hustle they don't see they struggle Till your money double know the people blind You need tunnel vision f*ck them other niggas They not fucking with you tell them wait in line Not too much on shorty that's another story for another time But I could make her mine Tell me pop my shit but when I show my ass Imma really show them where the Sun don't shine That's a hidden message bet you didn't get it But you still to catch it from this gun of mine L's to the death yeah I really rep it yes I'm stepping Bitch I'm breaking spines They ain't got to like it cause I like fighting Tryna stop the violence with a twisted mind I ain't never ever ever ever ever and I mean ever ran not a single time 5'11 But I walk around like I'm in sixes Momma raised me I ain't need the trenches Daddy gave me game before he went to prison Get the chicken like Louisiana kitchens It's so many snakes man this shit ridiculous Come up with the team see the vision S4MB yeah I love my niggas L's Kick it up a notch let the beat rock spottemmgotem how I let the beatbox I live lasvish nigga imma savage nigga kicking off his socks when his feet hot They be money spreading just to send a message But this smith and Wesson really all I got And this kick back from this Big Mac really blow a nigga like a ball of snot You could catch a blessing or catch this weapon I'll turn a nigga to a pork chop That's enough of that Why she texting me when you coming back That's yo girl dawg why I'm humping that Give her good wood like a Lumberjack How you Pushing Ps but it ain't pack Bitch I'm going crazy need a straitjacket Yeah Yeah Niggas always talking on that tough stuff That'll get him fucked up Punches hitting hard like they nun chucks Sending taco shells better duck duck Crime Mob reckless better run if you knuck you get buck buck Took my gift to sports having fun with this wrestling shit But in the mean time let me work on what's my destiny I done paid my dues to this shit f*ck all the heckling Took some win took some losses tell me who can mess with me Can't pass up no more chances keep around who want the best for me Pay me with commitment and I guarantee the rest is free Long life ahead you just keep your head up Salute to all the real ones who don't dread us Keep telling me I look like my daddy I guess I'll dread up Like a stripper pole for these bands yo bitch legs up I'm the man for real so chill ain't have to beg her Pretty chocolate thing from the hills I never met her Still let me sex her