Syrup Øver Ice

Bands, bands
Money, problems
Problems, money
Money
Mic check 35
Mic check 35 (Soso)
Indeed

She said, "Who you think you is?"
The creator of sin and the king of the dead
At nine years old we was talking bout Xans
By the fifth grade, they was talking bout Sprite
And how they couldn't sleep at night
And if it was better to pour the syrup over the ice

Swag, I'm on the road for a big bag
Look in my eyes and all you see is cash
Money is money, and none of it's different, so don't try to tell me it's good and bad
Back when I did they said it was weird
But now they do what I had did in my past
They tryna be me and I swear they won't last
That's weird, right?
It heal too much, don't feel right
After this left bro hit me a hard right
Got to the show and we rockout all night
Got two sweet girls, call them Mike&Ike
Got two white girls, and I call them Olsen twins
You don't got the vision, can't see through my lens
You don't got the vision, cuz you see an end
I'm stuck in my room counting up dead mans
I'm from VA the home of the wave
Look at the people that we done raised
Gimme some time and I'm one of them names
I can see it now, headlines talking bout, "Solar changed the game" (Indeed)

She said, "Who you think you is?"
The creator of sin and the king of the dead
At nine years old we was talking bout Xans
By the fifth grade, they was talking bout Sprite
And how they couldn't sleep at night (At all)
And if it was better to pour the syrup over the ice

I was gon stop right there but look
Check me, now I'm back in my bag
I love it when the haters get sad
I took your girl, but why is you mad? (Why?)
Now you know that she not loyal
The plug pulled up and he served it in foil
How you switch up and we came from the soil
How you switch up, we was tight like a coil
Look, now I'm back at it again
At 13 we was focused on wins
It was Stege, me, Pete, and Benz
We made it a goal to get a dub everyday
Ain't no rules, you get it in any way
Got the uh and it's making me levitate
She got mad cuz I wouldn't take her on a date
Broke her heart and I gave her that lovers ache (what she say?)

And she said, "Who you think you is?"
The creator of sin and the king of the dead
At nine years old we was talking bout Xans
By the fifth grade, they was talking bout Sprite
And how they couldn't sleep at night
And if it was better to pour the syrup over the ice (Indeed)

So-Fly
The 19th Maximus
So-Fly
Tide
Sha'Dig
Soso