Icee
Walking down the strip with the wrist so icy
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Walking down the strip with the wrist so icy
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Money my revenge, smokin' my dro
Took all the pain and turned it to gold
Swervin' the lane I'm switchin' the mode
Playin' the game I'm crackin' the code
In too deep, when I smoke my trees
Incomplete ain't no guarantee
Hit the streets, make 'em pay the fee
LSD when I'm on the scene
Stay low, fuck the pain got my day one's they know
Case closed, pull up to the city and I'm in the Mo' now of
Spittin' too fast so they tell me slow down
I been stackin' through the roof, think I need a big amount
I be chillin' on the couch catch me smokin' up pound
Addicted feeling conflicted
Feeling like I got evicted outta my head
With no vision, what is the mission
Ain't no conviction to get outta bed
Ain't it a problem if I'm in the backseat when nobody driving like we could be dead
I get those thoughts like the doors on Aventador
Tell 'em to fuck off I said what I said
Going 180, no speed limit baby
Until the whip crash and it burn me like crazy
The smoke it get hazy, the drugs it get lacy
Am I even living while pushing these daisies
I don't even know, water like flow
28 years and I feel like a ghost
Nothing to fear everything is a joke
Writing these lines more like writing these quotes
Yes sir, lighters on my dresser
Like 25, yes sir
Do this shit for pleasure
So you cannot put no pressure
Yes sir, lighters on my dresser
Like 25, yes sir
Do this shit for pleasure
So you cannot put no pressure
Walking down the strip with the wrist so icy
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Walking down the strip with the wrist so icy
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Walking down the strip with the wrist so icy
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Money my revenge, smokin' my dro
Took all the pain and turned it to gold
Swervin' the lane I'm switchin' the mode
Playin' the game I'm crackin' the code
In too deep, when I smoke my trees
Incomplete ain't no guarantee
Hit the streets, make 'em pay the fee
LSD when I'm on the scene
Stay low, fuck the pain got my day one's they know
Case closed, pull up to the city and I'm in the Mo' now of
Spittin' too fast so they tell me slow down
I been stackin' through the roof, think I need a big amount
I be chillin' on the couch catch me smokin' up pound
Addicted feeling conflicted
Feeling like I got evicted outta my head
With no vision, what is the mission
Ain't no conviction to get outta bed
Ain't it a problem if I'm in the backseat when nobody driving like we could be dead
I get those thoughts like the doors on Aventador
Tell 'em to fuck off I said what I said
Going 180, no speed limit baby
Until the whip crash and it burn me like crazy
The smoke it get hazy, the drugs it get lacy
Am I even living while pushing these daisies
I don't even know, water like flow
28 years and I feel like a ghost
Nothing to fear everything is a joke
Writing these lines more like writing these quotes
Yes sir, lighters on my dresser
Like 25, yes sir
Do this shit for pleasure
So you cannot put no pressure
Yes sir, lighters on my dresser
Like 25, yes sir
Do this shit for pleasure
So you cannot put no pressure
Walking down the strip with the wrist so icy
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Walking down the strip with the wrist so icy
Pull up in a Royce they wanna be like me
Growing up I was in the trenches fightin'
Slidin' through the cut well shit I might be
Credits
Writer(s): Vikas Mohan
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