Ice Frost
(Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh)
(Yeah, yeah)
I got n- yeah, they be double-faced
stand the facts they be double texting
Left and right people conversating, They ain't ready for little lie lies
Shit got the time speed fly fly
N- be called my my guys
Call it standard living, call it trenches living cause we tryna get by by
(Yeah, yeah)
Walking the streets, we scared of the jakes
Minding our way no double takes
Big one 0 8 can't make no mistakes
Living with chances can't miss the breaks
I got the time hit my line
Can't keep on stressing, ain't my advice
Making it button to top 100 speed going fast fast
Look at my wrist, my neck, ice frost
Go get the jacket I'm feeling a bit cold
(Check, check, check)
She got me in my feelings going high and low
My views be going up, count those
Talking the pedic account for your toes
Slowly we coming fully for the show
Hustling cash we bagging no jokes
Taking the roads we spinning the ropes
Living the slum cities, talking projects
Flying and dodging we missing the problems
I got n- with a shade left and right they be pulling up with a low flex (yeah, yeah)
I be talking the money and about the fame, get the family out with little change
I got little words thrown around "don't forget me" yeah
Time to time that's little case
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah look at my wrist
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, look at my wrist
Talking presidential, right and official that's a lot of issues that we faced with
Get no respect on down and on my name
Get some cash and they asking for change
Dreaming about speeding fast in the v8s
And they telling me damn that's a cute take
Got not time for n- who bring me down, they be fuelling me up for the bigger stakes (yeah, yeah)
Ratchet Mind was the first on phone ain't capping I did it no stressing (yeah, yeah)
Time to time, yeah we proving, no shaking the facts we doing for better
Working on daily, we wanna survive
Call it Trenches, feeling alive
Call it double living, shit ain't coming easy, neither the pedic, can I get a five
I be talking about problems in songs
Cause is the only I can go, go
Lyrically going fast, gaslight speeding need to go slow slow
And they asking for more, and to watch on my tone changing your ways for low low
Rather sit on my own and making my songs cause shit yeah no, no
Look at my wrist, my neck, ice frost
Go get the jacket I'm feeling a bit cold
(Check, check, check)
She got me in my feelings going high and low
My views be going up, count those
Talking the pedic account for your toes
Slowly we coming fully for the show (show, show, show)
Hustling cash we bagging no jokes
Taking the roads we spinning the ropes
Living the slum cities, talking projects
Flying and dodging we missing the problems
I got n- with a shade left and right they be pulling up with a low flex (yeah, yeah)
I be talking the money and about the fame, get the family out with little change
I got little words thrown around "don't forget me" yeah
Time to time that's little case
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (no, no, no)
Yeah, yeah
Look at my wrist, my neck, ice frost
Go get the jacket I'm feeling a bit cold
(Check, check,check)
She got me in my feelings going high and low
My views be going up, count those
Talking the pedic account for your toes
Slowly we coming fully for the show (show, show, show)
Hustling cash we bagging no jokes
Taking the roads we missing the ropes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah look at my wrist
(Uh, uh)
(Yeah, yeah)
I got n- yeah, they be double-faced
stand the facts they be double texting
Left and right people conversating, They ain't ready for little lie lies
Shit got the time speed fly fly
N- be called my my guys
Call it standard living, call it trenches living cause we tryna get by by
(Yeah, yeah)
Walking the streets, we scared of the jakes
Minding our way no double takes
Big one 0 8 can't make no mistakes
Living with chances can't miss the breaks
I got the time hit my line
Can't keep on stressing, ain't my advice
Making it button to top 100 speed going fast fast
Look at my wrist, my neck, ice frost
Go get the jacket I'm feeling a bit cold
(Check, check, check)
She got me in my feelings going high and low
My views be going up, count those
Talking the pedic account for your toes
Slowly we coming fully for the show
Hustling cash we bagging no jokes
Taking the roads we spinning the ropes
Living the slum cities, talking projects
Flying and dodging we missing the problems
I got n- with a shade left and right they be pulling up with a low flex (yeah, yeah)
I be talking the money and about the fame, get the family out with little change
I got little words thrown around "don't forget me" yeah
Time to time that's little case
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah look at my wrist
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, look at my wrist
Talking presidential, right and official that's a lot of issues that we faced with
Get no respect on down and on my name
Get some cash and they asking for change
Dreaming about speeding fast in the v8s
And they telling me damn that's a cute take
Got not time for n- who bring me down, they be fuelling me up for the bigger stakes (yeah, yeah)
Ratchet Mind was the first on phone ain't capping I did it no stressing (yeah, yeah)
Time to time, yeah we proving, no shaking the facts we doing for better
Working on daily, we wanna survive
Call it Trenches, feeling alive
Call it double living, shit ain't coming easy, neither the pedic, can I get a five
I be talking about problems in songs
Cause is the only I can go, go
Lyrically going fast, gaslight speeding need to go slow slow
And they asking for more, and to watch on my tone changing your ways for low low
Rather sit on my own and making my songs cause shit yeah no, no
Look at my wrist, my neck, ice frost
Go get the jacket I'm feeling a bit cold
(Check, check, check)
She got me in my feelings going high and low
My views be going up, count those
Talking the pedic account for your toes
Slowly we coming fully for the show (show, show, show)
Hustling cash we bagging no jokes
Taking the roads we spinning the ropes
Living the slum cities, talking projects
Flying and dodging we missing the problems
I got n- with a shade left and right they be pulling up with a low flex (yeah, yeah)
I be talking the money and about the fame, get the family out with little change
I got little words thrown around "don't forget me" yeah
Time to time that's little case
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (no, no, no)
Yeah, yeah
Look at my wrist, my neck, ice frost
Go get the jacket I'm feeling a bit cold
(Check, check,check)
She got me in my feelings going high and low
My views be going up, count those
Talking the pedic account for your toes
Slowly we coming fully for the show (show, show, show)
Hustling cash we bagging no jokes
Taking the roads we missing the ropes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah look at my wrist
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Writer(s): Yves Manirakiza
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