Ice Lyrics

Way too many problems

I got some bills to pay tomorrow

No fear walking through life, got my eyes closed

New day new dollar that's the motto

Finna make me trap it out the Tahoe

Get a bad bitch look just like Mulatto

With a curve that's hard to follow

Lord I hope she suck and swallow

Respect the game don't hate the player

Tune the noise out just up the faders

If you hit my line then I need some spacing

Like go on tour, I'm across the nation

But you wanna play me

You know I ain't never contradicting

What my momma told me and my common sense

If I had a problem, it was my conception

Move forward ain't no misdirection

Tried to mess with me, I ain't fuck with that

You got seventy, I'm worth double that

Long road, ain't no way I'm coming back

You could show my worth like a hundred racks

I done served the people, "I go dummy" bags

Running with the product ain't no running back

I'm like Mayweather for the moneybags

Imma chase cheddar, still don't fuck with rats

The case leather, and it hold a strap

Big berettas and they both are black

Cold peppers, ain't no holding gats

I'm a lone stepper, never on the cracks

No depression finna hold me back

If the lord test me it goes onna track

Sippin bottles like it's similac

You a young baby in the game, scrap

Y'all know that I be spitting facts

Fuck a label, never hit me back

Got a couple dollars in my pocket

But the goose tell me that it's thirty flat

Mama tell me gotta hurry back,

Sun setting you can see it in my fucking cataracts

Soul division with the battle axe

This my time to go and get it

Mind your business, for a motherfucking minute

Rottweilers getting chained to the fences I

Pop eyes for the love and the spinach

My life in an intermission

Time to take a break, re-evaluate yo shit

Living like a king, or a Valley prince

Down the street, getcho Valley grits

Everybody say fuck the Federales, shit

I would never cop a plea

Couple gun shots, to a powder T

Never tell a story, to the bottom feeders

Gotta kill me just to get it out of me

Couple demons, they gon' join the party

Blunt rolled in hand, got a couple mollies

If you wanna hang never copy

If you put weed or drank in front of me Imma take both

Finnam foes get finessing, Imma show them to the door

If you on gang want smoke don't trip iont joke don't needa play games no more

I can sell ice to an Eskimo, or a young king with a better scope