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Yo, I'm Ice Cold, and I'm from the roc
I just want to talk to y'all for a minute
No love in the place I considered home
So every chance I got to roam, shit I was gone

Mama was always working, complaining that she Hurting
Started skipping school, searching the surface for My purpose
But what was hidden underneath, was the Makings of a beast
That had me shooting dice and staying late out in The streets

First apartment on the east, a couch and air Mattress
When it was cold, I used a stove for the heat
Niggas piled up in my kitchen baggin work up Smoking weed
Freestyling over beats, bunch of humble ass Gangstas

Oldest nigga seventeen , had to rumble with the Neighbor
He was calling the police
I done punched on several niggas about respect Off in streets
You can say what you want, but it's that extra shit For me

You can call me if you dealing with something, I'd Be relief
Just don't call me asking me to do shit
That you would never ever do for me
I remember, when I started hustling and shit

I just wanted to be, Tony Montana and shit
I remember telling my migo a kilo wasn't enough
So he threw me five more, call himself, calling my Bluff
I dropped the price two points, cause I hit it two To one

Gave my man a half a man, shit that's a body in the Trunk
Every time I cut a corner, couple thousand is the Cut
Mixing brickle with the ching, I be whylin with the blunt
Several jars in the Louis looking Gucci in the truck

I used to do the oochie coochie so profusely for The nut
Jokers knocking on the screen, they want molly, They want lean
I'm up early with the thirty's , case they pop out for the Beans
So much mugga in my miri's, feti busting out my Jeans

I live my life, how I wanna live my life
F*ck you mean, I'ma smoke it to a roach, no Matter what I gross
We used to play with chutes and ladders as a kid Inside my home
Now we shoot with ladders, so ironic how it goes

We was taught, don't say a thing, and that way Nobody knows
I suppose, man
You know in your life, you just hope to get you a Bad one
Man, I thought I had me a bad one

Listen, she a boss bitch
I just hate that she bougie but still sick, period
My daughter a Louis in a bottle, I read me to be Considerate
For days I was ignorant, missing from ten to ten Again

Back and forth, Jersey to Philly, D.C. to Michigan
Tired of my shit, no Michelin, no sentences
Just mmhmms and little sniggerings
Walk around ass all out, won't let me hit the shit

Till I get dimension and demons, she wanna kiss And shit
Same shit she do with the za, when I twist my shit
Soon as I spark the mingulau, she wanna hit the Shit
Soon as I say it's Bodega, she get to dissing shit

Broke nigga this, and f*cked nigga that
Please tell me what borough you think I found Shorty at
Talk to a nigga crazy but love me ten toes flat
First day of my beard, a letter came that said

I'll be there when you walk out free, and that was that
What happened
Never heard from that bitch again
But it is what it is

Facts
Ice Cold
Signing off
Rocdistrict

We in the motherf*cking building
Kill it
Dice
My niggas skan on the boards

Fresh out the green room, you dig
Groovy
Shit so crazy we just gonna let it rock
Freestyle shit on real quick