Ice City j**els in a pity
Zino Records
It’s that n***a, Nina with the Nina
New crib mad, by the gates got the cameras
Moved out the hood now I got neighbours like Flanders
Cah I’m chandelier livin’, room marble
New watch lookin’ like I shipped it in from Basel
My n***a Rizzy on the train, bringin’ down a parcel
Still calling shots like I’m giving out samples
Earning bare dough these shoes on my feet are old school Italian, like Totti and Del Piero
Usually drunk when I leave the dance, before I go home I gotta feed these plants
Your re-up probably fit in a bra, my re-up couldn’t fit in a car
Back in jail I only had 8 channels, had ’em puttin’ letters in the box like scrabble
n***as lying ’bout their AKs and how they been in war
They don’t roll with Dracos like Gryffindor
Shoutouts to my n***a Bunds that’s a real spartan, the roof on my new whip’s on a melt carton
When you was up in Lovebox sweating n***a, I was in that bud box sweating n***a
These days it’s like I live in the tent, put my first Q tied to a brick like cement
Stepped my game up, iced out everytime you saw me
Ain’t just fly in the web like a spider caught me
School days selling weed on my scooter
Sittin’ on 40 ounces like Sharif on the cooler
I was selling crack on the strip
Posted with the fiends, out there with more pipes than the back of my whip
Labeled me a boss when I was on the curb slanging
Threw me on the wing, said I was a bird barren
My n***a Kilo would break a brick down into stones, Nina been whipping since Indiana Jones
Seen empires turn to sand, hands on with the B
I got dirty hands
Popped a pack of cookies, it weren’t Marylands
It’s different on my block
When you was cropping pictures, I was giving out pictures of my crop
Certified rapstar, I bring them groupies through
On my Spielberg sh**, I don’t just rap I make movies too
Wish a n***a spinnin’, cah I got my ting on me
Suun in the stizzy, that’s the same size as Likkle T
Before rap I ran these streets
Had n***as ticking boxes like canteen sheets
And I been in cunch grindin’, ain’t been home for days
I ain’t rolling haze, I only smoke Yelaze
When they was poppin’ bottles, I was on my extra grind
This rollie on my wrist ain’t to check the time
Where I’m from n***as get high off of needles
Have you seen the Sopranos? My life’s like the sequel
It’s Nines