Ice Cold Video (MV)

I done got too lost up in my feelings, I been trippin
Letting this shit paralyze a nigga like a victim
I been feeling like the future, in a world of Scotty Pippens
I can't go tit for tat, that ain't the way a nigga living
Comparison a kill you quicker than these lil f*ck niggas
Youngin muggin from a distance
That's okay I keep it wit me
Cuz I done least too many
Carried that casket too many times to let em drip me
I tried to blend in, but I stood out n that's a fendi
I seen they hoeish ways
I don't know why I act like its offending me I know they fake
I ain't expect nothing different,
Even though I hoped and prayed
Know some shit be self fulfilling
Couldn't even hold they weight
I ain't like these other niggas
Everything I think and say
Got a different point of view it's drenched in my DNA
I need a real boss bitch, not no f*cking CNA
I mean the type that see my grind and be like baby lead the way
I'm tryn get my carpe diem up,
Go seize the day
Ain't no sense in even being stuck
Go be the wave
They folded and to this creed I stuck,
Me and my ways
And
I ain't in no gang
It's just some shit i can't see changing
Like the Rio Grande, rain season it be raging
You get caught up in the current
Ain't no telling what you facing
You get caught and that deterrent
Have some niggas making statements
Me I always did my dirt alone
Now i'm forever gracious
We done rose out the basement
How we blossoming
The concrete breaking
We was all being patient
Now we all need vacations
Used to be wit all my dawgs like
We all finna make it
Then I seen the cross coming and we all had face it
Now we all looking basic
No lie, no love, and nothing lasted
Burning cookies as I burn this rubber up in traffic
Im Eating, tweakin on every beat I see, I just smash em
My computer crashed and I lost everything I had when
Harry came around talking 5 figures like instant magic
We could've had it but that bread came wit too much attachments
Level headed, young nigga
I cant let em snatch this
From out our hands when we done built this up from scratch and action
Niggas ain't drop shit for this mission
Cuz f*cked around so long he got a brick in the kitchen
I'm like
Okay I see you ima dip, cuz i get it
When you walking in this life you gotta live how you living
Shawty want me to raise her kids
I ain't got no kids so she trippin
How the f*ck she thought that I would go for that
Bitch you ignant
I remember livin in the culdesac, we was in Sanford
And now my hand up in so many pots it's make my hand hurt
Being broke as f*ck made me get off my ass, won't nothing given to me
Niggas think they know me, we ain't homies
You ain't living through me
How I changed the thoughts in my head, made a different movie
I don't think these niggas understand but ima give it to em

Yeah
Ice cold
Got me feeling ice cold
Ice cold
Feeling ice cold!
Ice cold
Got me feeling Ice cold
Ice cold
Ice cold!