Ice city boys - Westwood crib session lyrics

(J man) Imma tell you all if you want, want more than you come I'ts more than a song I was born in the sun June 21 day I fall from my mum there's more where I'm from Caught in the slums selling draws from my drum On my block posting having talks with the dons My head hurts cah my n***a stylie is gone My chest burns like I drank all of the rum Smoke stored in my lung I saw it from young Corning the gun come we corn him for fun Done a bit of jail time never talked with my tongue I was caught on the run n***a all on my ones Now I got D pack of grease all in my bum Tryna get rich but it feels awkward and long If crime pays can I see more of a sum? I don't rock Nike too tuff I'm all in Vuitton Imagine how I started out I broke down half an ounce the blocks large amounts Now I whip cars around Jason transporter in and out of town never out of bounds Bad B smelling like honey when she hugs me Wanna give her carrots but this bunny here bugs me Meanwhile I'm flowing on a beat all comfy Don't touch that Vaseline there that's for country I'm flying cunch when i bang these Zeds Tryna get my pockets creamy like cadburys eggs I was told to move smart like the man in chess Now i'm like hallow black I'm the man in flesh Literally two pack open Now can you picture me 2pac rolling If i ain't got i bought the hardest with me So either way your going down like ? city (Trapstar tox) You said you got that white girl protected like Denzel Cah one phone call I'm a man on fire Man call me for them moves man call me for them tools Everyday for that food how could I be a liar Man move b**hy I highly doubt fire Three man ah let it sing I'll tell you now that's no choir Grind mode ammy stay loud like them riots And its still ghost even if that food quiet Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me you were raised by pricks Wouldn't last long like a snap-chat clip Half this pricks don't know what we been tru Stash got lost food got dashed boys in blue Back like we never left I spit crack like a bit of peng Put your mind on that n***a looking dead And i ain't gotta stress when i got them zeds Feelig hectic I might buy and ? a ped (Topps) More money more problems more pagans The more guns the more shells the more traitors f** them man anyway there dead haters Buss the corner with whammy lead savers Remember the days stuck on zed dead trainers I'm loving the ends there's bare flavors Walk into my block feeling like stranger Got that green on me like the green power ranger All them stories that you heard they were made up Summer days darg i was broke had to save up Now n******gs wanna say that I changed up I guess the hood kinda made us act kinda strange blud Darg f** the neighbors Gimme couple months swear down i be in Bados Shout my n***a guns he ain't got no beahvior Shout my n******gs bunz he ain't got no manners (Skrapz) People telling me I got talent I'm doing everything right like I haven't got balance When i'm in the booth i'm in a world of my own All alone in my zone like i haven't got challenge Just the other day me and kilo went Harrods Quick ting more time we spend money like arabs The other day when i went to LV i walked straight out the store like I should a went paris n******gs gwarning like they haven't got manners Rolling with a turner that will turn a man cabbage I keep telling mum that she doesn't need to worry bout her last born son cah she knows a mans savage Break down packages so i can live lavish I'm tryna be a millionaire before a get carried Rolling with a spinner tryna catch me a n***a In a black bandanna I don't really where ballys yo And if a n***a make me lose my temper in the middle of december Man will heat up the whole winter I Might pull up on a sunday when your going church with your mum you better know what your getting inter (into) You see me I'm a deep thinker slash heavyweight weed smoker slash yak drinker Ayo my name rings bells nuttin like tinker Everybody loves skrapz you can ask insta I'm rolling in a black dinger I got my n***a fatz sitting in the back that's my right winger You might catch me in restaurant with the weapon underneath my napkin I'm bless when i eat dinner Boom i confess i'm a big sinner I done alot my bros only god knows though Neggers wanna know why i rap this way I tell a n***a that you haven't heard sh** yet bro