Lyrics:
What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo you over there Styles? Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin' on us) second album nigga two guns up nigga
a couple days to make a brand new album
And they can't seem to wait, they ask too late to get a fucking shout out
Carrying the game I break my back like
ice with gin
Beats are oxygen and I'm the nitrogen
Fuck a 2 step I walk on the beat to a 3, 4
My lab brings me cash, but I still wanna see more
I hustle
and went out for ice cream
On the same day i've been doing music
Even before eigth grade
And now in certain places people
Start to make way
I know someone
tame
I keep a bade up on my waist
In case you try me any day
I swear I'll make it through the rain
He kept it a buck
She keep it a hundo
I keep it a K
My
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
[Chorus: PSC]
What would you do if we put it all together
In the form of living legends
On an album all together?
Would you buy it? Would you try
on a brand name
But any day it's OE over champagne
I'm talking shit for my fan's sake
I give a fuck who can't relate I'm Erick landscape
I paint
bounce c'mon!)
Speak to your speaker cause it's the time of day
Something new for the mass people
Tribe hard die hard shit harldy
I could wolf whistle at robots
I feel I could hold a relatively decent conversation with TV's Joe Pasquale
I feel I could listen to a whole album by
to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study a tape of N.W.c
One day I was walking by
With
just speak for free
You gotta pay the price
Checking on the time can barely tell
I'm blinded by the ice
Checking into a five star hotel
I flip that
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
(Goodnight Darkboy )
We ain't dead had to live in the box
One day had her heart on lock
You can kick rocks
Good kid yea he follows the law
Messages
coming through
lock down let beast out
Am Taking machine all you get is code
written by men story's on told
fell in love my album getting
big moves, Draymond Greene
I'm still a humbled dude tryna find my way
It's my grand rising, I'm coming forth by day
Barely rest at night, all I got is
born here, Siberian Brooklynite
No one knows why I appeared, I had no invite
Since the first day here, used to breaking this ice
No choice, keep
rays
I know you do
the villains in your life
By just chilling all night
don’t care what they saiyan
They more like Krillin in a fight
Sipping gin on ice
years later
Sittin' in them Range Rover tints
My life is crazy, ice is hazy
Overnight flight, how to expedite your lady
For the right price, I could get
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
than toothpaste
Lord of the mics and lord of the kicks (ice)
I did nine weeks on the Billboard, now they wanna show interest
This year, man, I'm tryna
by the first day of school
Now I gotta rebuild it like Istanbul
Ice on my wrist be looking like a crown jewel
Drip off the watch be filling up a damn
Gotta stay on the nice
List
All of that for the ice
Drip
Album soon like clock
Tick
Oh go
Hide the presents
On some psychedelic
Candy canes I can smell it
of grace, ice and heat to heal the knife of these days
World is gritty, and I know it, but it ain’t where it ends
clean to win, pain is everywhere
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