BLACK ICE (INTRO)

When I was ten I felt ashamed I felt alone I used to be picked on And the nights that I cried Wanted to go home So I made a beat I made wave Now I'm in my zone All of these words All of these thoughts They all in my dome And that's when I picked up a pen I tore out a sheet I picked up a phone I listened to Chance I listened to Dot I listened to Cole I listen to God Cuz he know that things get out of control He told me don't stop Cuz' you bout to get it And you on a roll When I was ten I made a name, and I made a label I wanna make music, cuz I know I'm willing And I know I'm able CD's in my backpack I handed out tapes So people would know me And now they know Frostbyt3 They don't know John, cuz' that was the old me Now all of these people Think that they own me They don't control me All of these snakes and all of these fakes And all of these phonies Y'all got no substance If y'all want the meat Then get you a hoagie Rappers be learning from me Like they be Anakin I be Kenobi Yeah, yeah Y'all ready? Yeah Y'all ready? Winter you all bout' to witness I been working like physical fitness Fake ones been all on my hit list And my music my gift like it's Christmas Now they be all in my business And these rappers gon’ try to forget this Screw up now they want forgiveness Man they screw up now they want for-- Hol up I be on top I be the boy on block Whether you like it not You gon' get hit with the breeze I'm watching you freeze And I’ll put you right in your spot I was boy Now I be the man And I got the world in the palm of my hand And I got a plan And I put it in work Now all of my people they going bezerk I had to work from my piggybank Nowadays they want to piggyback I make music with no strings attached Get my money, count it in the back Easy money, easy cheese No wonder these rappers do it with ease So I gotta put on my coat and my gloves And I gotta roll up the sleeves I know they want me to fail I know they want me to slip I know they want me fall I’m never losing my grip Weatherman told me the forecast That’s how I know y’all in trouble I'm bout' to winter your season up You better go grab you a shovel! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woah, woah, woah, woah Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na Ooo