Lyrics:
on freeze
I got ice inside my blood
And my pinky ring you can see it when it's on
You ain't get tough you just get loud
You ain't don't want the smoke
And I'm
soaking
Broke down the guts like I break down the buds
Blood in my clothes, burned it up in the tub
Blood in my eyes, tracked blood on the rug
Want blood in
dope nigga like it was nothin
You gon' make a change
Or complain again bout the pressure
Uh
I done made a wave and the title ain't to be extra,
Yeah
I
know as well as I know
That you don't want to die
I give's ah fuck about your crew
What they want to do
Them niggas quick to cock they straps
We
think all the girls is funny..
American woman! why you do it to meeeeee?
American woman! why you do it to meeeeee?
(yo biz you know you don't usually be
a foreign, shid I don't care
Give me my ticket I'm outta here
Now these women coming by the pair
All she want is designer wear
Get the draws and I'm outta
If you're on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them out, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys ghosty
But
the sauce like it's schezuan
Type of bread you don't put ketchup on
Sitting here with me one million
Like, why can't we get along?
How the hell I front bro
Rudeboy ent you know how we bumping blood
I told most just keep all the women kuz I want all the sluts
These days I ain't even spitting ya nigga
you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied
that's an automatic
No longer sad, when you call me Daddy it's like black magic
And when I step up on the scene I don't want nobody
Cause when I'm off
kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
They say they been running shit I had enough of it bruh they don't do it like me no
Lil buddy I'm raw Skrate drop no cut in it you can call me OD
when you speak
They spend seven days preyin' on the weak
I know the world sleepin' on ya like a sedative
Talk all you want about me homie, I'mma let
pushing still
Don’t trust no one
Street cold blood
No one love you bro when things go wrong
See even your own brother might just be the snitch
Let me
be like 'Boyz N Hood', affiliated by my brothers
Worship higher powers, folks impoverished, drinking from the chalice
So they say it's his blood, be
like I'm Kermit you really don't want it
Go ahead and just taught me strap black is like its coffee
These shells be the Creamer wake up feeling toasty
on homie running with the opps gang
See it everyday so it’s no surprise
Type of cat you are will be ya demise
By being greedy and playing both sides
Those
bring back Elvis
I aint worried bout the rest cuz I'm rejuvenated
Upset with yo life we gone make u hate it
I was cappin off them p's like I graduated
Got
real close you can hear the city cry
You hear it right?
It's like every night the city die
We the blood, we give the city life
Living the city life
fifty deep
You don't want to be dead in the streets
Mouth full of blood, and soul full of heat (ooh!)
Why you tryna act hard as hell
And you know damn
thousand hours
Clowns out here begging flowers
Deep rooted in a cut where blood spillage gets you the power
Primary concern of ours?...
Coil and how to keep
Why don't you give this shit a listen
(First World Problems)
When I watch TV, can't skip commercials
Got no DVR at my dispersal
And my phone charger
my name when you see it in the lights I been spitting these flames so believe in the hype
My niggas move O's just like my damn blood type
Kush got me
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