Likkle T - ICB lyrics

[Verse 1: Likkle T] Middle finger to the other side and opposition None of you n***as ain't no form of a competition I'm spaced out so I'm always gripping You don't wanna be the end of when I'm on a mission That means you ever violate the team My gun will ricochet and watch it lick a side of your spleen Take away all of your flesh Be the reason why they screaming out all of you d**hs yeah Versatile, she say she like me in the speakerphone My laugh's like a lucky charm so I'm out of teacher's palm My same style, I just switch my flow Ice City boy, why you acting like you didn't know? Grind for the change, ride cause of Wayne Pressure pipe when the bullets dem collide with your frame, uh My dream at stake, I need this weight I spend a quick seven Gs just to see that eight [Verse 2: Keza] Live from the 873s Ice City in the house, yeah, real set of Gs In the place like wingers Bad b**hes on the arm on the waist the spinners We spit fire on a feature Ice in my soul, I spit fire, I've got a fever Used to be a pro, now my pen game FIFA Blowing on the 'nesia, watching Narcos Your b**h blowing on lever, who's the hardest through your speaker? Just know that we're hard to stop I'm on the pitch with nine lives, that's half the box I'm from the streets n***as starve or watch, don't tark to cops Dargs off the leash when we bark at opps Yo, we're moving kinda X, we done marked the spot Headed for the stars, just watch We're moving kinda X, we've done marked the spot Skrapz, we're headed for the stars, just watch, my n***a [Verse 3: Skrapz] I'm a beast when it comes to these beats Probably true a n***a grew up on the streets standing on my own feet I'm feeling like I've got a lion in me I step into the dance on my Tony Stark sh**, true, I've got that iron with me And I'm my own boss, ain't nobody firing me Got a man's Woman Crush Wednesday desiring me It's only Father God that's higher than me They're acting like they never know I'm gonna blow, why they lying to me? Ask them, I came home, then I flew past 'em Even pagans got my sh** blasting But that doesn't mean that if I see a pagan that I won't blast him Late night or the early morning b**hes saying that the way a n***a flows never gets boring I told 'em I'mma keep this sh** pouring I told 'em come and see a n***a backstage when the kids touring Bring your friends with you too, mama, bring 'em all in [Verse 4: Fatz] You know I still miss Cash, I swear it's been a while Since I spud my n***a [?] and bun a spliff with Styles And we ain't losing, but all this stress has got me juicing Stack up in the hood and I ain't even thought of moving I swear down, n***as run when they see Fatz Cuh they know I'm the type to have three gats I told the mandem make way, let me hold the mic Cuh I'm the n***a letting off when I hold it tight sh**, mandem know that I'm loco I hit the other side, it's me and Jojo I swear, and I don't know you so it's pat-down checks And I don't give a f** about your background rep Me and my n***as break bread and make mad decisions And if that don't work, then it's back to prison You better tell them little n***as don't provoke me Cause I ain't riding out with no pokey, Fatz [Verse 5: Streets] I'm in the zone, thinking flee 57 Metal chrome let you breathe up in heaven Leave you re-up for your reverend On the strip, fam, the fiends be depressing Plus I really need a blessing Feds wanna teach me a lesson And these hoes wanna see where I'm resting A crib where I could stash food, the reason why I'm messing Million pound dreams, fam, I'm destined But there's lot of hates and fakes, even snakes could be my bredrin The bee's back, where I be is the trap I told a hoe who was fronting I don't need her back, leave it as that I ain't shopping round town for the cheapest pack I want that lethal crap, OD like I beefed the cats I get a lot of flack for the main roads Whole fam pissed that wasn't the main goal Hustle hard, may know, lost love ones just how the game goes All I do is grind, am I lame? No