Who Is The Icon?
(Intro)
I was just a young Black boy simply in this world
But little did I know, demons would be hurled
Threw my ass to the ground, put my name in the dirt
Tryna protect my peace, all I did was get hurt
Niggas wasn't my friends, niggas wanted to diss
"Why do you talk like this and walk like this?"
I stayed... on my shit, they on my dick
These niggas was some snakes, they move so slick
They told me figure it out until that shit clicked
Life had me to the ground until that shit hit
I had to keep on grinding, so I could be legit
Like a match to a flame, it was time to get lit
Yeah, these same hoes they was mad at me
It was the rise and the fall, what a tragedy
I had to keep on moving with the strategy
I had to stay charged up like a battery
I had to finish these hoes with a fatality
I had to breath new life with the vitality
I had to bring them down back to reality
That shit was pulling them down harder than gravity
Yeah, crying in my room, these sleepless nights
Had to get it together, had to turn on the lights
Had to get out the mud, I was soaring new heights
Momma pick up the phone, I need me some advice
Am I doing this wrong? Am I doing this right?
Do I got all the pieces to make my future bright?
Yeah I'm hiding from niggas, niggas out of my sight
Man, fuck it! I'm gone
Yeah I wasn't done, I'm loaded up like a gun
I get the money, get it by the ton, I walked so y'all could run
I'm finna have my fun, like Nicki y'all my sons
We get to scrapping, you lose the match, yeah lil bitch I won
Ayeee walking in these streets, I'm carrying the heat
You at the bottom, I'm at the top, yeah I feel elite
Bitches have a seat, you thought you was gon eat
Control the shit, alter the shit, and then I hit delete
Ayeee, y'all lil hoes not fuckin' with me
Ayeee, y'all lil hoes not fuckin' with me
I am the letter A, and you are letter B
There's nothing you can see, y'all lil hoes not ready
I'm still keeping it up, gas tank is never empty
I just got my degree, y'all be weak in the knees
I be sipping the tea, nail the shit down to a T
I be moving in silence, yeah my nig I'm a G
Wooo! Bad bitches call me Lola
I'm watching all these kids but I don't have a strolla
I'm playing all these games cuz I got the controlla
Let me reiterate, bitches call me Lola
I'm running out of shoulders for you pussy hoes to cry on
Welcome to my EP, it's made by The Icon
I'm running out of shoulders for you pussy hoes to cry on
Welcome to my EP, it's made by The Icon
GOODBYE... (flawless victory)
I was just a young Black boy simply in this world
But little did I know, demons would be hurled
Threw my ass to the ground, put my name in the dirt
Tryna protect my peace, all I did was get hurt
Niggas wasn't my friends, niggas wanted to diss
"Why do you talk like this and walk like this?"
I stayed... on my shit, they on my dick
These niggas was some snakes, they move so slick
They told me figure it out until that shit clicked
Life had me to the ground until that shit hit
I had to keep on grinding, so I could be legit
Like a match to a flame, it was time to get lit
Yeah, these same hoes they was mad at me
It was the rise and the fall, what a tragedy
I had to keep on moving with the strategy
I had to stay charged up like a battery
I had to finish these hoes with a fatality
I had to breath new life with the vitality
I had to bring them down back to reality
That shit was pulling them down harder than gravity
Yeah, crying in my room, these sleepless nights
Had to get it together, had to turn on the lights
Had to get out the mud, I was soaring new heights
Momma pick up the phone, I need me some advice
Am I doing this wrong? Am I doing this right?
Do I got all the pieces to make my future bright?
Yeah I'm hiding from niggas, niggas out of my sight
Man, fuck it! I'm gone
Yeah I wasn't done, I'm loaded up like a gun
I get the money, get it by the ton, I walked so y'all could run
I'm finna have my fun, like Nicki y'all my sons
We get to scrapping, you lose the match, yeah lil bitch I won
Ayeee walking in these streets, I'm carrying the heat
You at the bottom, I'm at the top, yeah I feel elite
Bitches have a seat, you thought you was gon eat
Control the shit, alter the shit, and then I hit delete
Ayeee, y'all lil hoes not fuckin' with me
Ayeee, y'all lil hoes not fuckin' with me
I am the letter A, and you are letter B
There's nothing you can see, y'all lil hoes not ready
I'm still keeping it up, gas tank is never empty
I just got my degree, y'all be weak in the knees
I be sipping the tea, nail the shit down to a T
I be moving in silence, yeah my nig I'm a G
Wooo! Bad bitches call me Lola
I'm watching all these kids but I don't have a strolla
I'm playing all these games cuz I got the controlla
Let me reiterate, bitches call me Lola
I'm running out of shoulders for you pussy hoes to cry on
Welcome to my EP, it's made by The Icon
I'm running out of shoulders for you pussy hoes to cry on
Welcome to my EP, it's made by The Icon
GOODBYE... (flawless victory)
Credits
Writer(s): Fred Anderson Iv
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