Ice It Slice It / Ghosts & Gods

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Remi Raw

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Ooh yeah, yeah
Ice it 'fore I slice it aye
It's so enticing aye
If I do they gonna riot aye
But I don't wanna die today
Ice it but don't slice it aye
I wanna try it
But this drip I gotta wipe it
Yea I know you bitches like it aye
Livin' in peace 'fore I Rest In Peace
In the kitchen with the recipe
Mind my biz I invest in me
Cosmic therapy which one of these stars gone marry me
Need my flowers 'fore they bury me
Ok Went from next to now niggas guessin' how
Bitch who sexy now mane
I look better in the left than I do in the right
Battle with the shadow so I move in the night
Damn will I pull thru in the fight
Dodged the baby mommas all that petty drama
Hope a bunch of commas come back thru with all my karma
Tabloids on roids they don't build they just destroy mane
Damn they so annoying
Ain't got time to waste no time
Can't die with all these dreams still inside
Not the one to cross R Deuce Remi Raw
Never been divorced but my name still ringing off mane
Ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods
Ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods
Ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods
Ghosts and gods, ghosts
I see ghosts I see gods
I see souls we at odds
Get too close we gone mob
You get smoked Barry Bonds
I see ghosts I see gods
wannabe goats we wanna be stars
I make the goals Im raising the bars
F*ck dying broke I wanna live large large
Everybody wanna trap nobody wanna sing
We all got the blues but can't afford to pay the fee
Gave em raw tape cuz they wanted something harder
Banging on the door like a drum travis barker
Texts with no replies shit they ignored me
Now I'm the prize huh bitch you can't afford me
You can see it in my eyes hella stories
No time for cries Pour the pain out champagne 40s
Too legit no funny shit
Loot too big for money clips
Found the game and studied it
Next thing you know I'm running shit
Had a dream that I stole a niggas bitch
Woke up and it was real as shit
I was so broke and I needed it desperately
Cooked it up by myself I had no recipe
Wanted a baddie When hoez didn't check for me
I want it all god preparing me mentally
Shout out to my moms she wanted the best for me
maxed out them cards and she went in debt for me
Shout out to my pops he couldn't be there for me
Blessed me with armour so they wouldn't mess with me
Shit is different it was written got my penmanship back
Look at your percentage damn you niggas gettin' taxed
Sat with ghosts and gods they told me no more mediocrity
Gave em heart and hustle I deserve some reciprocity
Ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods
Ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods
Ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods
Ghosts and gods,

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