Icon (feat. King-F)
She wanna fuck without busting me down
Girl that's a negative gotta be kidding me
She wasn't checking but loving me now
I feel like I'm him and I mean that shit literally
No better feeling than hearing them doubt
All the adversity making me smile
My lawyer is paid I won't throw in the towel
Fuck prosecutors just take it to trial
Flight to islands my feet in the sand
Shit wasn't easy I needed a plan
I started this shit with a g in my hand
I really do live what you see on my gram
I picture us rich and I'm seeing it vividly
Niggas be chatting see me and no energy
40 will make this shit lit like a Christmas tree
And I'm the calmest Nigga u could meet
But people violate my inner peace
And most of y'all was not out in the field
It's hard for y'all to tell when shit get real
So chill
Foreign car I'm in here with a Glock
Niggas pocket watching need to stop
Don't ask me what it cost it cost a lot
Pops was a legend
Now his son out here stepping
No L's just lessons
I'm counting my blessings
Can't escape what's destined
Foreign car when I exit
Look ima icon
Momma ima icon
Nigga ima hood legend
All hundreds my preference
Fly shit nigga stepping
Fresher than a reverend
Always reppin my section
I was broke now I'm flexing
Look ima icon
In my city I'm goated
Pockets is fat like your bitch when she bloated
I started back pouring lean in my soda
I started grabbing them packs out the postal
I keep a nine on me it's fully loaded
Amiri my jeans and I feel like I'm chosen
Foreign my whip hit the gas like it's stolen
Bought her Chanel because her pussy was soaking
I am a king I ain't showing emotion
Pull up and jump out the whip then I flex
Aim for the head give a fuck bout a vest
Aim for the head we don't aim for the chest
Seaman street nigga til I'm put to rest
I'm on my grind and back on my shit
Came home from prison they back on my dick
Balenci Balenci I love how it fit
I'm saving my money I ain't saving no bitch
I came off the block serving weight like a waiter
Leading my team and I feel like I'm Brady
Niggas switched up on the team like a traitor
Only drive foreigns and I feel amazing
I need the money right now I'm impatient
Run up the money I get it I chase it
Run up the money I get it I chase it
I cannot fuck on that bitch if she basic
Girl that's a negative gotta be kidding me
She wasn't checking but loving me now
I feel like I'm him and I mean that shit literally
No better feeling than hearing them doubt
All the adversity making me smile
My lawyer is paid I won't throw in the towel
Fuck prosecutors just take it to trial
Flight to islands my feet in the sand
Shit wasn't easy I needed a plan
I started this shit with a g in my hand
I really do live what you see on my gram
I picture us rich and I'm seeing it vividly
Niggas be chatting see me and no energy
40 will make this shit lit like a Christmas tree
And I'm the calmest Nigga u could meet
But people violate my inner peace
And most of y'all was not out in the field
It's hard for y'all to tell when shit get real
So chill
Foreign car I'm in here with a Glock
Niggas pocket watching need to stop
Don't ask me what it cost it cost a lot
Pops was a legend
Now his son out here stepping
No L's just lessons
I'm counting my blessings
Can't escape what's destined
Foreign car when I exit
Look ima icon
Momma ima icon
Nigga ima hood legend
All hundreds my preference
Fly shit nigga stepping
Fresher than a reverend
Always reppin my section
I was broke now I'm flexing
Look ima icon
In my city I'm goated
Pockets is fat like your bitch when she bloated
I started back pouring lean in my soda
I started grabbing them packs out the postal
I keep a nine on me it's fully loaded
Amiri my jeans and I feel like I'm chosen
Foreign my whip hit the gas like it's stolen
Bought her Chanel because her pussy was soaking
I am a king I ain't showing emotion
Pull up and jump out the whip then I flex
Aim for the head give a fuck bout a vest
Aim for the head we don't aim for the chest
Seaman street nigga til I'm put to rest
I'm on my grind and back on my shit
Came home from prison they back on my dick
Balenci Balenci I love how it fit
I'm saving my money I ain't saving no bitch
I came off the block serving weight like a waiter
Leading my team and I feel like I'm Brady
Niggas switched up on the team like a traitor
Only drive foreigns and I feel amazing
I need the money right now I'm impatient
Run up the money I get it I chase it
Run up the money I get it I chase it
I cannot fuck on that bitch if she basic
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Writer(s): Jarrod Bright
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