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the ice cold been getting with my eyes closed
Ice so cold like in rose gold climate
Put me under press but that pressure makes diamonds
Life is not perfect

Sold Out

Dorrough

Get Big

2010

Ha! Yo!
Man hol' up (Ayyy!)
My car went from ice cream paint to fruit roll up. (Yaa!)
They hatin' on me, So what!? (So what!)
The game I'm 'bout

Bounce Ta This

Mr. Scruff

Keep It Solid Steel, Vol. 1

2004

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

Don't keep these bars chill
But I got enough ice to fill a skating rink
Neck so flooded every day I battle to not sink
Pink on pink on pink on pink
I'm

the studio day and night ain't no album mode
But the income better be the only outcome though
I'm very gold
Shawty pick a nigga like a flower, tryna Marigold

Starter coat
We would dub each other's shit when we was kids, we was broke
I had that Ice Cube, lookin' at them shirts you could order
But had no check

never had a daddy
I was raised by my aunti driven grandmas blue caddie
I swear I miss them days I be thinkin bout em badly
I told my auntie we gone have

Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it

what I told you Niggas
The other day on the song
I see the money keep on
Callin' me all day long
I just answered my phone
I'm like oh God I'm on
They mad

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

Robot 
Written by Silkk The Shocker, Master P & Romeo Miller 
Produced by Spinz


Rome, you sign right here. I'm a sign right here. And this approved

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

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

lane, my rhymes were less profound
Steady on the humble, I was just messing 'round
To make paper I took a crack at day labor
I was a beach raker, an ice

Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals

First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still

you tally all the damages
Done by the kid but I forgot I can give bandages
To patch up
Work hard then you might catch up
I ain't slowing down never

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

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

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

in this spot
I drop demos so hot
I'll make it Hell's Town
And not like how you box
Or a Glock I don't stop
At just twelve rounds
And by the way it

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

you couldn’t make a mile
Smoke a bowl and stretch your soul
I’m on a roll, stuck in album mode
Who else kills it the same way that we do?
You’re

She always told me I'm fake, how much can I take
I really don't care at the end of the day
Can I get a Lil bit of praise, when I say I needed my

asleep in a few days
I'm really the hidden treasure I'm applying the pressure the album drop in a few days
I got the money counter going doot doot doot