ICEMAN

[Intro]

Yeah

Ice

Yeah

[Verse]

I'm an only child, no one could've made another

I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother

The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color

I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered

I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer

I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple

I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to

And if he said the way he really felt, I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough to

I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, "Bro, we love you"

But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to

Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble

I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals

And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?

I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, "Then show your muscles

Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two

They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to"

Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep

I really hate those two words, they never bring peace

I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah

I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep

But all I can think about is the mountain to climb and the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak

With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece

So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me

Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me

When I dig deep, they say dig deeper

Tell us how it felt to meet the grim reaper

This album better have some big features

Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental

And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro

Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil

Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental

Yeah

Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it

I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted

I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic

He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash

Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards

To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered

I could never forgive such a nefarious action

I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted

This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah

I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing

I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking

Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses

But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive

I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet

It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket

I put the "man" in "manipulation" when I pay your rent and that is an obligation to our attachment

Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion

If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then

You fuckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus

You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit

They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces

You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit

Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces

I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it

I can't believe it, yeah

Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled

The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles

And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside

While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah

I think I also put the "man" in "manifestation"

Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'

I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers

Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?

So many people that's not around from that generation

Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience

Nigga, I battle frustration

I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'

I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they asses complainin'

Fuck it, I'll battle the label

Fuck it, I'll battle the majors, I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation

Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement

Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement

How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?

How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?

How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?

Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken

My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages

Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'

For real

And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it

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[Outro]

Yeah

Ice

Madda

Some idiot boy there

You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool

The boy's about to break some news

All the numbers are final, no T-shirts, no vinyl

Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real

And that's the truth

16 hours ahead in Melbourne, I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight

Ay

Girls from Atlanta call me Santa

Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?

You know I love you so much

I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us

Triple S was really to show you my love

And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up

But now I gotta send it up

Yеah

They was like, "Go blow the dust off your plaquеs

Go blow the dust off your plaques"

What was the year that they say you had slaps?

'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that

I don't remember one word in your raps

I don't know nothin' 'bout you on them tracks, let's go

Yeah

I am, I am, I am

An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh, my God)

Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah

I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser

I'm with the mob at Graycliff, 20 cigars and, they fuckin' my eyes up

I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor

If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up

If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up

If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ay

If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up

If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up

If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up

Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?

Go blow the dust off your plaques, what?

Go blow the dust off your plaques

What was the year that they say you had slaps?

'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that

I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps

I don't remember nothin' bein' facts, let's go

Ay

I am, I am, I am

A BTC, crypto big timer

A corporate America hit survivor

Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked up guy, though

Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers

New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks

I heard your brother got flipped and it sloppy, so that wasn't our work

Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got 'em

Just wait 'til it's our turn, ay

Go blow the dust off your plaques

Go blow the dust off your plaques

What was the year that they say you had slaps?

'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that

I don't remember one word in your raps

I don't remember nothin' 'bout you on those tracks

Let's go, yeah

I am, I am, I am

Yeah

Hey, hey

Yeah

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

The dustiest niggas been fuckin' with us

Am I your GOAT? Well, probably not

I probably was, but you probably forgot

My white label had to go white label shit when he stepped out his body and finally got hot

Hand me the tools like I'm pickin' a lock

Me and white bitches been kissin' a lot

My honor comes from the shit that I do for the ones that I love, it's between 'em and I

Your honor comes to the court and he offers a plea deal so that you could cut off some time

Nowadays, y'all don't wan' put in no work

Y'all just wan' jump to the front of the line and hurry and run out the nine

Baby boy, please

I heard what you said to lil' bro about me

Yeah, and when you run into the Iceman, what you gon' do except freeze?

You not 'bout to squeeze, you not in the streets

I'm cuttin' niggas off at the knees, there ain't no standin' on business with me

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, give me a motherfuckin' seat

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, I bet I know who I see

You know how I fly 'cause I land at the beach, when you land, you can see me

You whisper my name 'cause the weight that it carry, you can't even speak

Yeah, you can't even speak

Whisper my name and don't say it too loud

'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out

We turnt up Coachella, had boys backin' down

And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud

If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga

Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"

Come up to me and get one of them out

'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out

Okay, okay

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah, hey

You gotta whisper my name

Yeah, hey

Yeah

Whisper my name

Yeah

Aye, aye

I'm doing my big one, you doing a little one

What kinda man are you? A middle one

Yeah, my brother said he want a blue Bim', I'ma get him one

My new ting don't know how I live, she shoppin' at Erewhon

My brother got no fuck to give, he poppin' at everyone

This ain't fixable smoke when you see us, stop sittin' with Farrakhan, nigga

This shit like the bag that you bring on the plane, it's gon' carry on

These boys dress up and think that they somebody, shit is like Comic-Con

My YGs are fastin' and prayin', you lucky it's Ramadan

Otherwise, they would be posted outside like the Pentagon

You niggas be hittin' the 'net for some love, you a tennis ball

I take 500K not the dinner, I never could learn shit from none of y'all

Whisper my name and don't say it too loud

'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out

We turned up Coachella, had boys backin' down

And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud

If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga

Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"

Come up to me and get one of them out

'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out

Okay, okay

Whisper my name like the ghost of me

Counted me out

Okay, you gotta whisper my name

Yeah, hey

Counted me out

Okay, you gotta whisper my name

Counted me out

Counted me out

Emiliana, it's been so long since you texted me

I finally took a break and now I feel like I'm on ecstasy

You say what my work means to me will one day be the death of me

They tried to kill me once, but, darling, you just resurrected me

Reach me, baby

Call my phone and say you need me, baby

I'm so green, you gotta teach me, baby

From Vancouver, you a BC baby

Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby

And my shit came with the heat seats, baby

Swear my label gotta free me, baby

Blow on me just like some green tea, baby

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, buried alive, someone come dig me up

If I call up your shawty right now, she pickin' up, yeah

You boys got big off my name, that's big enough

We know how you OGs rockin' already, my ****, the jig is up

They say the truth will set you free, well, mine is gon' stream while you watch in HD

They say that karma could take an eternity, yours is droppin' the same night as me

Funny thing is that they ain't gon' compete, you gon' get yours while I'm doin' me

You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me

(Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up)

Reach me, baby

Call my phone and say you need me, baby

Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby

I'm still scorchin' hot in these streets, baby

Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby

And my shit came with the heat seats, baby

See-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby

Blow on me just like some green tea, baby

Ayy, ayy

Tired of all of y'all tellin' me **** is real, pussy, I know when it's real

You only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how it feel

Chi-town, poppin' a pill, go on a drill, lookin' for someone to kill

White kids listen to you 'cause they feel some guilt and that's how your soul gets fulfilled

Handin' out turkeys on camera inside of your hood, then you go back to the hills

How many houses you build? How many souls did you heal off the back of your deal?

Difference between **** gettin' you out of your deal and lettin' you out of your deal, damn

Against your will, how many new names do you got on your will? Damn

How many more times is y'all gon' keep callin' it soft when it's silk? Damn

How many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get Ice to chill? Damn

They tryna cover it up like a quilt

'Rari go skrrt on a boy like a kilt

Kept it a hundred on paper like Wilt

Trickin' it off on her, payin' her bill

That's just how I do the sauce and the spill

These hoes know how I pop it for real

These hoes know how I pop it for real, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I made way too much in a week

Must be two hundred and fifty at least

Like the money just grew off a tree

Like the money just came in for free, for real, yeah

MRI machine scannin' my knee

Like how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeah

She just text me, like, "Oui, oui, oui, oui"

We in Paris like two hundred deep, for real

And I went bought a whip for my brother

Same body, but two different colors

And I might just tell Ky get another

Small price 'cause he kept it one hundred

And I might book a flight out to London

(Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up)

You know what I'm sayin', yeah

Freebandz turn shit up again

Whatever it gon' take to get lil' bro out the can

Cuttin' ties with all my friends

Ho went down that road, I can't go again

Fuck boy, rrt, know what I'm sayin'? Ski

Stood on that business, girl, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

Atlanta nigga, twin, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

Ayy, say, twin

Know what I'm sayin'?

Outsiders back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?

Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?

Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?

I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?

Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?

They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?

Understand, understand, understand, understand, under—

Me and Hendrix back by popular demand (Yeah)

Got a three-ticket Richie on my hand (Okay)

I went St. John the Baptist on the Lam' (Uh-huh)

I went Laurie Lynn Stark on my pants (Mm)

And I'm quick to turn a hater into a fan

Niggas standin' ten toes on quicksand

If they could've been, they would've been, but they can't

Embarrassment the only thing I'm gettin' secondhand (Hahaha)

It cost a lot for that Mercedes stretch sedan

She said, "Astaghfirullah," because I'm back with Taliban (Uh-huh)

Come right now, bring a friend for my friend (Uh-huh)

Come right now, bring a friend for my friend

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Know what I'm sayin'?

Outsiders back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?

Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?

Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?

I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?

Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?

They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?

Understand, understand, understand, understand, under—

I just fucked a milli' off on some fine shit (What else?)

I just fucked a milli' off on some fine shit (What else?)

I flew forty bitches out on some fried shit (What else?)

Ran five hundred milli' up on some burnt shit (Yeah)

Can't even tell you what day it is, I been in Turks so long, I love it here (Yeah)

Can't even tell you what day it is, I'm on so many pills, I don't how I made it here (Yeah)

Can't even tell which drug I'm on, soon as I say it, then niggas, they claimin' it (Yeah)

Can't even tell you what day it is, can't even tell you where bitches be stayin' at (Yeah)

Can't even tell you what day it is, she pull it right out her purse and she play in it

Nut on the sheet, then she lay in it, bought a condo up the street and she stay in it

Bring all the freaks to France and skrrt in the Sprinter, they wanna play Molly Santana (They do)

Used to cook Hannah Montan', the way we movin' boxes, you would think we went hand-to-hand

I just ran a milli' up on some slime shit (What else?)

I just fucked they feelings up on some pride shit (What else?)

I just fucked Chanelly up on some live shit (What else?)

Molly Santana gon' make 'em rewind it (What else?)

Diamonds on diamonds and hammers on hammers

I'm a big shark while these hoes is piranhas (Okay)

Talkin' 'bout billions, he talkin' on camera

Think he a threat? He ain't nothin' but a runner (That's facts)

Molly Santana new Hannah Montana

Molly Santana new Hannah Montana (Yeah)

Molly Santana new Hannah Montana

Molly Santana new Hannah Montana

Yeah

Iceman turnt

Iceman turnt, Iceman turnt

Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?

Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt

Iceman turnt

Iceman turnt like we knew that knew the tables would

Iceman back outside for the greater good

Fuck you, pussy, but shout out your neighborhood, uh

I get mentioned a lot by a bunch of people that I wish I never met, ayy

We sharin' women that I already fucked at the height of my success, ayy

All you pussy boys losin' it and you need to take meds, hey

When I tell you dip 'cause it's Ice time, bitch, it ain't the fake fans, hey

Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?

Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt

Yeah, Ice

Yeah

Maneesh on the beat, shabang (Woo)

All of my opps, they dead

Why do they gas me up?

Where does it go? My head (Mama)

How much I got? A lot

Don't leave again, I won't

Thinkin' of tryin' me, do like Bryson

Pussy-ass nigga, then don't

Can I forgive? I can't

What do I need? Some head

Shorty keep askin' the date

She tryna finesse Polymarket for bread (Bando)

Where is the beef? It's cooked

Where is the boy? He's booked (Skrrt, skrrt)

Don't even recognize none of thеse names at the top of thе charts

I looked (Huh?)

Am I upset? A bit

Last one you dropped was shit

I did press play on that ho

Mid, mid, mid, skip, skip

What should I take? A trip (Gone)

Who should I take? His bitch

Tennis lessons with a Nike skirt on and her ass poppin' out

You're sick (She bad)

Where is the GOAT? They need one

The mirror's right here, I see one

My nigga don't know how to pay me back

So he said next hat he catch is a free one (Grrah)

What kinda clip? Extendo

What kinda switch? Not Nintendo

Y'all hangin' out with friends, though

They hangin' out the window (Baow)

What's up with gang? We back

What's in my raps? It's facts

She said she miss me, all caps

Gotta aim better than that

What's up with life? It's lit

But I know it get better than that

I know it get better than that

I know it get better than that

Maneesh on the beat, shabang (Woo)

All of my opps, they dead

Why do they gas me up?

Where does it go? My head (Migo)

How much I got? A lot

Don't leave again, I won't

Thinkin' of tryin' me, do like Bryson, pussy-ass nigga, then—

Don't

40, what's up? Shabang (Uh)

All my opps, they dess

What am I now? Possessed

How do I feel, though? Refreshed (Woo)

Secrets I know got you stressed

Will I take those to my death? (What?)

Haven't decided just yet, ayy, yeah

40, what's up? Shabang (Uh)

All of my opps, they dess

Please don't put me to the test (What?)

They tryna get back on the 'net

I'm tryna get back in the flesh (Woo)

Yeah

Free

Free

Yeah

Free

I just wanna be free

I just wanna be free

Free

Free

I just wanna be free

Yeah, look

Albany Marina, they done served us a hundred subpoenas

I done got my shit inside arenas like Gilbert Arenas

I remember lobster ravioli up at Serafina

I was in a dream hotel before I was in the Loop like a carabiner, yeah

And shout to all the sweet tings from Willamina

Who tell me at the white party, "Drake, I love the album, man, well, I mean, you're kinda genius"

And like Dipset, they really mean it, yeah

I need compliments 'cause lately, it's just falling-outs and disagreements, industry is really evil

And I faced the way they paint me, but it Hurts just like the Philly Eagles

L.A. love the sound, I could play a show for a million people

Don't be surprised, you see the whole YM in CA just like The Village People

These niggas measurin' they dick size in millimeters

I rack up a tab in Chanel 'cause I do buy everything like I'm Middle Eastern

But I realize it's gotta get a little deeper

Other than me talking 'bout the way I'm flippin' dough like Little Caesars

I'm tryna catch one of you boys stargazin' in the field like little leaguers, yeah

And ain't no passes for you Crip walkin', all of that diss talkin', kiddo, beat it

I'm supposed to be my brother's keeper, so don't make us hit another buzzer beater

And don't be suddenly eager to hit me up and have no discussions either

Now you gotta plan a meeting with me just like the Russian leader and shake my fuckin' hand in front of other people

Yeah, fuck the chatter

Since 2009, as I climb the ladder

They envy me like Nevada, but it never mattered

My nigga run a phone soon as you check into prison

Your nigga run and talk to Hov for a second opinion

Me, I stood ten T's and accepted the mission

'Cause I'd much rather death than submission

How can you press the ignition and let some memories of the past affect your decision?

I love you 'cause of the history, but if we bein' real, I could never forgive you

And you never called me back, but destiny's written, for real

Fuck a big three anyway, there was too many chefs in the kitchen, it was a mess to begin with, yeah

And now they got a new GOAT and we gotta test the position

Damn, who is this guy for real? I guess a magician

Hundred million streams vanished, no one got questions for niggas

Well, maybe I'm best as the villain

'Cause I got real numbers on niggas who say they got billions

I got all the chains that they ever repped in Virginia

I got niggas' prized possessions, I get posessive on niggas

I am pressin' everything, I'll get impressive on niggas

I got problems with people who I would've never dreamed

And that's draggin' people in who don't wanna get in between

Dog, I was aidin' Ross with streams before Adin Ross had ever streamed

And, Khaled, you know what I mean

The beef was fully live, you went halal and got on your deen

And your people are still waitin' for a free Palestine

But apparently everything isn't black and white and red and green, damn

I'm seein' everyone's true colors, for real, I'm sensin' a theme

I'm greater than everybody like some shredded cheese

I was in Hazelton at the One before I was in the Loop like a set of keys

Shout out to Cherokee Dee and Skyy Black

'Cause they was at my birthday when I was searchin' big-booty ebonies, jeez

Now the penthouse in Bahamas is right next to Jordan like I'm Lebanese

And apparently niggas' souls is for sale like the seven seas

I gave you everything you ever need

But let me find out that Amex the only ones that credit me for makin' y'all everything you could never be

My sixth sense is kickin' in 'cause all I hear is people that are dead to me

And that's why I'm turnin' on my read receipts

To let you know that everything that's said to me will forever be stored in my memory

I'm better off independent, they should let him leave, yeah

'Cause I just wanna be free

Free, free, free

Free

I just wanna be free, free, free, free

Burning, burning

Burning bridges is okay

I'd rather take the long way

Aye

I'd rather take the long way

Yeah

Yeah

I swear I could cry when I see your face

I'm way too in love just to let you walk away

I know it's your dream to start a family in LA

They love me too much here, I cannot relocate

I just can't move away

I can't leave my brothers in them trenches, gotta lead the way, yeah

I cannot relocate

Just even the thought to turn my back on them is not okay

I cannot relocate

We just gotta post up here, I promise things will be okay

'Cause I love you, bae

Damn, but they love me too much here, I cannot—

Yeah, damn

I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah

You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga, yeah

I'm with Noel like I'm Kris Kringle, yeah

Your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn

Where she at? Yeah, where she at?

Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah

I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle, yeah

Look in the mirror, see where talkin' get you, yeah

You should be swimmin' with the fuckin' fishes

But I still got love for your missus and her sister

So I told Capo we can't burn them bridges, yeah

You saw my brother, you was tryna fix it

Now you drop your album and you back dissin', yeah

We G-block babies, we are not musicians

My niggas didn't have a pot to piss in

Now they drop the top so much, they got a drop addiction

Capo got so many watches, he might clock a nigga

Capo got so many watches, he need supervision

Why you walkin' 'round the facts like you're superstitious?

Damn, damn, damn

I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah

You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga, yeah

I'm with Noel like I'm Kris Kringle, yeah

Your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn

Where she at? Yeah, where she at?

Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah

I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle

Tables turn, tables turn, bridges burn, bridges burn

Lord, forgive me

Lord, forgive me, it's my turn

Tables turn, tables turn, bridges burn, bridges burn

Lord, forgive me

Lord, forgive me

Yeah, your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn

Where she at? Yeah, where she at?

Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah

I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle

Yeah

For the city, though

Yeah

They gotta light the tower up for this

Yeah

Okay

Out in the six, I'm a national treasure

The niggas that back me gon' back me forever

R.I.P. Kobe, but y'all niggas brokie

That's probably why y'all be shackin' together

Capo and Lita got habits together

Like couples vacation, they packin' together

Like rushin' to finish, they'll slap it together

The charge is like COVID, they'll catch it together

They hate me so much, it's a sickenin' thing

They must've heard wrong on the call

I sent 'em a sack 'cause I wanted you shipped to the king

When you was a part of the team

We used to be plannin' our Mexico trip in the spring

We must've been dealin' the spur of the moment

'Cause why did we think you could get us a ring?

They braggin' 'bout how you went home, the fuck are they on?

Crodie, we threw 'em away

G Pop sent us a real one from Daygo

And next thing we knew, we was doin' parades

Fuck, all you pussy, man, who could relate?

Might just go take me a walk by the sea

They diss on the boy 'til they blue in the face

I put all the faces that's blue in the safe

Really can't find me the words

You niggas is birds, I wish that I knew what to say

Move to your block, I don't see your face

Your first time back since back in the day

First time lit since back in the day

We needed that chip since back in the day

And my mind on the money, I'm rackin' my brain

And none of you pussies is actin' the same

Yeah, none of you p- is actin' the same

None of you p- is actin' the same

Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain

Go to the hotel right after your game

I'm comin' to your show and get back on the plane

But don't stick around in the six

Don't stick around in the six

Yeah

Boy gotta dip out the six, run out the six, just like you did (okay)

Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is

Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (okay)

I would probably need a YouTube search just for me to do a laundry load

Alex Moss tryna bring me back a hundred years from now, he got my body froze (okay)

All these niggas want a head tap, I did more damage off a body blow (o-)

I can't hit you off the iPhone shit, let me hit you off the lobby phone (okay)

Niggas gotta be around here, don't swivel 'cause we are not alone (o-)

Niggas gotta be around ice, on the same shit, like we monotone (okay)

Niggas gotta be around ice with the sticks, I'm like a hockey coach (o-)

Niggas better have a bag with a pipe like they came from a- (okay)

What? Bag with a pipe like they came from a Scottish home (o-)

Damn, way niggas talkin' 'bout ice, must be a sale on microphone (okay)

How you niggas go from askin' for some tickets? Now you niggas tryna stop the show (o-)

Ironic 'cause the Iceman was a nice man, now I'm hot and cold (okay)

Boy gotta dip out the six, run out the six, just like you did

Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is

Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (okay)

O-

Okay

O-

Okay

O-

Okay

O-

Yeah, none of you pussies is actin' the same

Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain

You pussies could never get back with the gang

Go to the hotel right after your game

Or come to your show and get back on the plane

This contract talk is fryin' my brain

The numbers they talkin' are actually insane

It's B's on the table, B's on the table

B's on the table, B's on the table

I don't wanna talk 'bout M's, I don't wanna talk 'bout friends

I don't wanna talk about how this shit started, man, I wanna talk about how this shit ends

There's B's on the table, B's on the table (yeah)

B's on the table (okay then), B's on the table

Can't even talk to my dawgs, can't even talk to my bitch

Sometimes, I sit in the parkin' garage and I talk to my watch or I talk to my whip

It's B's on the table, B's on the table (okay then)

It's B's on the table (okay then), B's on the table (okay)

I've been on my "Just in case" shit

I got a whole lotta names and dates and pictures and faces

Saved for whenever the right time and place, just trust me, I know there's

B's on the table, B's on the table

B's on the table, B's on the table

Spent months in the corner, just me and my back

I'm used to this, I'm numb to that, I know I just gotta adapt, ay

Let's wait on your Spotify Wrapped

The messages you 'bout to send on the 16th, please don't hit send on none of that

There's no need to check where the temperature is, you know what it is if you double back

Shoulda put another blade in my back, shoulda stood over and double-tapped

Ay, what y'all need, a duffle bag? What is that offer they said?

What did they put on the table? What does that say on that paper?

Fuck that, they gotta double that, triple that, fuck is the bitches at?

Yeah, the chef too Michelin

Come to the 6 and we dippin' you boys like a christenin'

Kevin Hart liquor, he shook, I'ma put you in sticky predicaments

Killy might come take a stick off a pussy like they was transitionin'

I'm fightin' the man, not suin' the rapper, you boys is not listenin', ah

Your boyfriend a fisherman, that's just the word in the industry

Don't mean to be in y'all business

I'm talkin' spicy, hot, sizzlin'

Don't stick around if you visitin'

(B's on the table, B's on the table) yeah, what?

What is the offer they said? What did they put on the table?

Better treat me like Shane Coppin'

Bank tellers better stay clocked in

Bank tellers better, yeah, what? B's on the table

I don't give a fuck if you love me, I don't give a fuck if you like me

Askin' me, "How did it feel?" Can't say it didn't surprise me

Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me

How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let's go

What did I miss?

What did I miss?

What did I miss?

What did I miss?

Let's go, let's go

I'm whippin' around on like six hundred acres

Let's go, let's go, let's go

You niggas just better not ask for no favors

Let's go, let's go, let's go

It's love for my brothers and death to a traitor, let's go

She might decide to say no to me now

But say yes to me later, let's go

Her ass is all natty like Florida Gator, let's go

You switched on the guys and supported a hater, let's go

What's the get-back for niggas? It's TBD

I look at this shit like a BTC

Could be down this week, then I'm up next week

I don't give a fuck if you love me, I don't give a fuck if you like me

Askin' me "How did it feel?" Can't say it didn't surprise me

Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me

How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let's go

What did I miss?

What did I miss?

What did I miss?

What did I miss?

Let's go

Aye, let's go, let's go

Aye, aye, let's go, let's go

Aye, aye, let's go

Aye, let's go, aye, let's go

Yeah

Niggas get punched in the face on some TLC shit, on the dead guys

Some TLC shit 'cause, my nigga, you gon' need a chilly ice pack for your left eye

I'm back in your city tonight, walkin' around with my head high

I saw bro went to Pop Out with them but been dick riding gang since "Headlines"

It feels like nobody's there until you start givin' out two-tones

And nobody cares until they in front of your tombstone

Y'all been on that type of timing for too long

Iceman, Tiffany blue stones

I done made plenty shit right out of two wrongs, shit, let's go

Let's go

Let's go, let's go

Aye, yeah

Let's go, let's go

Yeah, yeah, let's go

Yeah, let's go, let's go

What did I miss?

When I was looking at y'all and cooking with y'all

And giving out verses and bookings to y'all?

Making sure wires were hit, man, what did I miss?

When you was all in my crib lookin' at hoes

Word for word at all of the shows

You always felt like this, man, what did I miss?

Ayy

October's Own is the label

Seven-figure deal was a fable

Eight figure bought out the neighbors

Now figures turnin' the tables

You pussy boy better be ready

And able I'm comin'

I can't talk on bro case

Cause it's sticky

Free T and free Greezy

My killies

My youngins put locks on the city

So niggas be shook to come

Out when it's litty

T, that's the crodie

So free him

These niggas a joke and

I wouldn't wanna be 'em

I'll be the producer like

"What's the BPM?"

I cannot de-escalate things if we see 'em

My young boys don't do it for clout

If they do it

They cover they head and they mouth

Swear there's some shit

I'm forgettin' about

03 out the slime

When they lettin' him out?

(You dig?)

I be with them guys from

The 6ix that you niggas

Stay talkin'

On Reddit about

Say a whole lot

But we saw you

And we had you beggin' it out

'member that shit?

Twist, twistin' it

Yeah

He's twistin' his fingers

And lookin' at me

Twistin' some shit up

That I've never seen

Twistin' it up

I don't know what that means

Twist

I'm twistin' it back

Cause he twistin' at me

Twistin' that 6ix in his face

Twistin' that R in his face like

Styles and P

Twistin'

That M and the O and the B

Twistin' the O and the C

And the T and the O

And the B and the E and the

R and The G and

The A and the N and the G

Twist

Ayy

Yeah, twistin' it

Ayy, twistin' it

I'm twistin' it up

Cause he twistin' at me

I haven't seen bro in a while

But that nigga wild

I'm not in a rush to

People keep tellin' me smile

But bro is on trial, the shit to adjust to

I don't need security to ride

Round town

We can fly downtown just us two

Unless you know the G-way

Handshake

When we go to shake hands

Man can't trust you

Pullin' out the cash on camera

Waterproof iPhone case

Bro splash on camera

She wanna pop ass on camera

Sweetie

You can film

Just don't put— on camera

The judge tryna move so racist

We gotta go beat some cases

Before we show faces

And all I do is shut down stages

My face never ages

I must be in God's good graces

If my emotions are showin'

It's only because I'm ahead of what they got goin'

I'm tryna stay laid back

Cause you know the hot heads with me

And they wanna get the payback goin'

I don't recognize none of that shit that he's throwin'

But maybe where he's from

They know it

All I know is the mandem are pissed (Pissed)

Fuck that shit

Man

Twist

Twistin' it

Yeah

He's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me

Twistin' some shit up that I've never seen

Twistin' it up

I don't know what that means

Twist

I'm twistin' it back

Cause he twistin' at me

Twistin' that 6ix in his face

Twistin' that R in his face like Styles

And P Twistin' that M and the

O and the B Twistin' the O

And the C and the T

And the O and the B

And the E and the R and

The G and the A and the

N and the G

Twist

Ayy

Yeah

Twistin' it

Ayy

Twistin' it

I'm twistin' it up

Cause he twistin' at me

Yeah

Is that Drake's necklace? (It's mine)

Oh

You're

You're part of his

Uh

Best friends group?

One of— yeah

This is our gang

Aw

What is it called?

Yeah

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, whoa, yeah, ay

Alright, look

Listen up, it's about to be smoke

Ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote

About a rich-ass nigga that's deep in the game

They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the name

I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use

To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools

Got an Oakland show tonight, baby

My young boys from The Yoc goin' crazy

I'm on the bridge with a tank of unleaded

I pull up early to that bitch, that bitch was yankin' already, I said yank

In the city and I really got rank

You see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spanked

I really blow M's for the fun of it

New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it

Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None of It

Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shit

Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah

And I put that on citas and the boulevard

When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard

Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts

If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part

Ay, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go

Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go

Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Too hard for the fuckin' radio

Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio

Too hard for the fuckin' radio

Hey, hey

What? yeah, what?

I'ma show you what to do, lil' nigga, ay

I'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ay

I'ma show you what-

Ay, first off, I make real town smacks

Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the mack

Back when they was askin' 'bout where Davidson was at

Now everybody got a blue 30 on they back

Mustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slaps

You ain't had one since me and YG rapped

Facts, nine hundred million for the tracks

"Rack City," bitch, we remember that

Damn, you should try and get back to that

This new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact'

And a nigga doin' laps

Strippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bend

Ay, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance

Damn, y'all was really island hoppin' back then

Huh, now y'all names got redacted

Yeah, now a nigga gotta fact check, what?

Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10

Yeah, I'm fuckin' power couples up, yeah

Actin' like you love marryin' your wife, ay

You boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ay

Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah

And I put that on citas and the boulevard

When I lost Big Mighty, I took it hard

Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts

If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part

Ay, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go

Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go

Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio

Too hard for the fuckin' radio

Yeah, too hard for the fuckin' radio

Too hard for the fuckin' radio

For real

My social battery is drained, for real, for real

Just came from hearin' a lot of niggas cop a lot of pleas, like

"Oh brother, you know we, you know we brothers, it's never been nothin'"

I'll tell you, sendin' me that owl emoji in my DM ain't gon' mend nothin'

Don't try comin' around when the score's back to ten-nothin', for real

I don't wanna hear none of that shit

Look up, turbulent flights, dodgin' cumulus clouds

Squares drawn on the line, but we at the root of it now

It feels like I gotta lie to even tie

So I don't even know if these are wins or not based on what's suitable now

You don't even hear me though

You put that jacket on anybody, you're funeral bound

But like the goalpost, I'm out here just movin' around

They say conclusions were drawn, but I'm in super denial

What is a loss? I'll be damned if I'm losin' it now

I'm the golden goose, shakin' things up at Lucian's house

I'm in the battlefield really puttin' boots to the ground

A booster seat for yourselves and the lies that you tell

If Drake took out the AK, maybe he'd be in jail

Just based off the name that it spells

What they say they just smelled?

I heard they got special places in hell

For niggas jokin' about evil when they did it themselves, damn

What, y'all thought I was done? Y'all forgot what I done?

Y'all forgot about Drake, y'all forgot where I'm from?

Y'all forgot if I gave you a hand, you under the thumb

Convenient amnesia from all you ballerinas

It doesn't alter what you said or how it made us see you

I shouldn't even be shocked to see you in that arena

Because you always made your career off of switchin' teams up

I never got a copy of the newest rules

Apparently the title of the book is called "Fooling Fools"

Y'all was ridin' all summer, pedal bars goin' number one

And yet y'all tryna tell me who's groomin' who

Comb through this hair, before you cut me for a new recruit

Before you say, "Toodaloo"

Off of shit that keep poppin' up on your Google News

Ain't been in the K since I flew the coupe

I was on Coulson Ave. with my mama, numbers started goin' through the roof

Bentley with the B inside the wings like, "Whoopty Woos"

Spinnin' downtown like hula hoops

Is it the fair skin or the Jewish roots?

Why people wanna not see me on top of the mountain like I do the do?

Damn, and fuck a Billboard number-one, man, whoopty doo

They riggin' the game, because you fightin' the biggest artist

They tryna have me stuck in this position like rigor mortis

Turn my back on you just to give you the biggest target

They only know your name in the bigger markets

Never in the little markets, B markets, C markets, all of those is D markets

You be at the flea market, that's code in the 6ix

It means chances, are you takin' a plea bargain?

You belong in the pack with some rats like Dean Martin

Me, Wayne, and Mack, the Three Amigos, I'm Steve Martin

I swear I'm goin' looney over tunes like they green martians

So please stop, memories of where we used to live

But truth be told, I can't even see the block

It's blocked by the treetops

Please stop askin' about what's goin' on with 23 and me

I'm a real nigga and he's not, it's in my DNA

I could've fell back like the married rapper, but we engaged

I told y'all I'm settled in my evil ways

These niggas thinkin' that the spot is up for grabs

They'll never see the day

To be the number one, you gotta lead the way

And to hold somethin' over my head forever, you're still a couple feet away

Your insecurities keep spannin' season to season like you Issa Rae

Plot twist, the owl never sees the cage

The owl only wakes up to seize the day

Talkin' about hidin' the Bible, maybe y'all should read a page

Iced-out crosses on they necks, thinkin' Jesus saves

Well even if he does, nigga, either way

The blasphemy you talk let me know that your amazin' grace gon' be delayed

You niggas should be ashamed

The fact you had to bring those talks to get some decent plays, goodness grace

God wanna wipe that lil' smug look right off of your fuckin' face

All you really did was cap like uppercase

Dodged a troop, but still managed to finally get a hit that let you run a base

Niggas sought you out at first

You need him, so you out at home now just like a double play

As for these other suckers that's tucked away

I'm down to put bills on they face

No wonder why they been duckin' Drake

Bills on they face, no wonder why they been duckin' Drake, ah

Let's not even take it to that other place

You boys too pussy like double dates

Runnin' out the 6ix like you won a race

I watched the scouts spazz him with a puzzled face

Who knows which one of his bubble-shaped tings

I must've ushered through the double gates

Showed her the time of her life while broski havin' stomach aches

Hearin' about good times at Lovers Lake

And send her back to you while you sleepwalkin' naked in another state

Ah, you'll live to see another day

And even if you don't, it's just another day

We ain't cryin' for your punk ass anyway

I'm a 6ix-side renegade

For anybody addin' more lemons to the lemonade

Sourin' the vibes that I generate

I'm 16 years in the game, this ain't Minute Maid

Scrimmagin' with scrubs for the love of the game

'Cause I'm unamused, and all the GOATs are middle-aged

And Muggsy Bogues dunked for once, even I'm a bit amazed

Yeah, someone give the kid a raise

What is it? The braids?

Even when I cut 'em, I could never fade

I mean, it's Drizzy Drake, like

Ay, ay

Ay, what? Yeah, his-and-hers it

I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil

He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person

All these pussy niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle

All these pussy niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder

All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia

Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent

I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon

Yeah, ay (D-D-DJ Frisco954, yeah)

What? What? Damn

Damn, yeah, ay, look

A little birdie said you did me dirty

And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried

Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically

2009, I'm lit, I told them, "Hurry and up and book me"

Yeah, hurry and up and book me 'fore I charge a fortune

Lauryn, why you actin' like I'm not important to you?

You was there in '24 when niggas shot the door in

See you outside again, I thought your ass went corporate

You put the ex in expensive, girl, you so annoyin'

I used to fuck you slow, I used to leave it in

I used to hate to tour, I ain't wanna leave again

Now I know the truth about you and I'm free again

Until your new man cop them tickets, you won't see me 'gain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?

Yeah, a little birdie said you did me dirty

I be tellin' Alex Moss, "Fuck it, "his-and-hers" it"

Ay, what? Yeah, "his-and-hers" it

I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil

He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person

All these pussy-niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle

All these pussy-niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder

All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia

Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent

I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon

Yeah, damn, for real

A little birdie said you did me dirty

How you fish 'em out to ask me if that shit would hurt me?

Girl, you know that shit would hurt me, girl, you know it's working

Yeah, girl, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically

You tryna bring me down, actin' like you worried 'bout me

You know you did me wrong, askin' how I heard about it

I said a birdie told me, damn, you did me dirty, homie

Yeah, it's over for us, I can see the curtain closing

Put a hurting on me, put a lot of burden on me

I'm in the strip club, all these hoes converging on me

I'm back outside in here, flirting with the thirty on me, damn

Ay, yeah, uh

A little birdie said you did me dirty

And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried

Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically

2009, I'm lit, I told them, "Hurry and up and book me"

(D-D-DJ Frisco954, yeah)

I don't know you tell me

I feel alive, no thanks to you

What is this I'm waking up to, waking up to?

I don't need you breaking my news, I see it too

I don't have as much patience as you

When do they look up to you? Guess that isn't up to you (yeah)

If I give my everything, would that be enough for you? (Yeah, yeah)

Come and have the best time on the best side

We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside

Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (yeah)

Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (yeah)

Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a barbie (yeah)

Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry

Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (ay, ay)

Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (ay)

She wanna go next door, she wanna meet party (ay, yeah)

She said she was Persian and started speakin' Farsi (yeah)

I don't know what's up with me lately, lately

I say, "I'm alone," she said, "That's not somethin' you should be"

'Preciate you reachin' out, don't be too concerned about me

You know that I'm drinkin', smokin', thinkin' (yeah)

Please stop askin' me, "When are we linkin'?" It's Iceman season

I don't know what's up with me lately, lately

Yeah

I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement

If he trippin' with the gang, then

I just wanna see a boy struggle with the payments

If he trippin' with the gang, then

I just might get that boy hit for entertainment

If he trippin' with the gang, then

I just wanna see a boy working on the day shift

And the night shift (that's how I feel)

I just wanna see that boy struggle with the phone bill

And the light bill (that's how I feel)

I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement

If he trippin' with the gang, then

Come and have the best time on the best side

We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside

Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (yeah)

Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (yeah)

Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a Barbie (yeah)

Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry

Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (ay, ay)

Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (ay)

She wanna go next door, she wanna meet party (ay, yeah)

I don't know what's up with me lately, lately

Yeah

Con-Con—

And we back at it, back at it

Conductor

For real

Shout out Ref1

Yeah, alright

You think I didn't see that you stayed silent

That's like you endorsing it all, may as well stand behind him

I stood beside you, thought there was some good inside you

Situations like these, they force you to notice the difference

Look at me and Neeks for instance

We know we live different lives and we've been on our separate missions

Look at how time flies, twenty years passed, he's still the same guy

But I get it, you all wanna be the main guy

It explains why most people die not knowin' who would've stuck by they side

It doesn't even cross they mind, they just go along for the ride

They'll never know they friends' decision, friends never had to decide

What does somebody do after doin' everything you could've done for everyone?

You just do what you should've done since day one, you stick with your day ones

I'm not the villain or the victim, I am the author

My right hand guides the pen along the page until the chapter's done

What would they do to me if they ever caught me ridin' dolo?

Would they take my chain and my watch or would they take my photo?

Fuck that, I'm in the stu' with Noel, the sun went down, we couldn't tell

It's so many opportunities, but we still here by ourselves

It's been nearly fourteen years, he ain't work with no one else

And I ain't go to no one else, that's 'cause there's no better team, yeah

Trust me, the owl's glistenin' more than it's ever been

And trust me, I'm the highest that I've ever been

The greatest that they've ever seen

I've been alternating from being overseas and listenin' to beats

Strong opinions from the weak for four hundred-somethin' weeks

They deep-seated resentment is what's fillin' up they seats

I've seen GOATs act like sheeps, coworkers turn to enemies

Damn, I got enemies, got a lot of enemies

Lot of niggas tryna drain me of my energy

Right now, me and Conductor, we got more fuckin' chemistry than MIT

Two hours, Gstaad for some peace and serenity

Then it's back to Zurich for the OVO supremacy and the hotel amenities

They try to have all of my precious memories

Layin' in my girl's lap like she Jackie Onassis and I'm John Kennedy

But I am not Jonathan Kennedy

Rest in peace, but I really can't bloody up the triple-button Giovanni suit because I'm OCD

I don't want no "Drake, my apologies," I'm trippin' your top three

My group chat was bumpin' those oppy guys, but not me

Like beggin' to get out a ticket, now they wanna cop pleas

My son is takin' corner kicks in front of Luis Enrique at PSG

And y'all are talkin' 'bout inflatin' the numbers on DSPs

And me havin' better perspective on life doin' DMT

Nigga, KYS ASAP, that's some shit that you could do for me

Like it was my first Chanel, I could've posted receipts

That would've made niggas read 'em and weep

Reportin' live from the scene where I wasn't supposed to be revived by the EMTs, yeah

I did not break up a happy home, baby, you pulled up on me

Tell 'em why you really hate me and what year did she date me

I know niggas goin' crazy as I cop all the items you niggas put up for sale

And start a museum in my house called "Try Someone Else"

Your friends never had to decide if they wanna stay

The strength of your bond has never been tested in any way

I've been on the longest run, I don't know how to walk away

It's baby steps for you boys, y'all walkin' before y'all run

Secludin' me might've been the worst thing that they ever done

I'm a product of where I'm from, one sound, one band

The orders make they way through the proper chain of command

And if everything goes to plan

I will be makin' the name change from the boy to the man

But y'all just wouldn't understand, damn

From mass distribution to leadin' my own version of the revolution

Private arbitration leads to resolution

Beat the game so many times, this shit has got abusive

Fuck you artists and producers

I don't wanna hear excuses of your plans for future truces

I am so far gone that a thank-me-later is useless now

CTE from tryin' me and still, they want another hit

Made a livin' off of oh-no-he-didn'ts, bitch, yes I did

Skeletons in your closet, well, trust this ain't the bone to pick

They say, "What we doin', Ice?" We runnin' it back

What has Iceman ever done other than that?

Even when under attack

Y'all don't know the stamina it takes to run up the stats

My numbers are humblin' facts

Mistakin' my sons for brothers, but it won't happen again

You better check your tone, I'm not one of y'all lil' friends

I got shots about to fly at some of y'all heads again

Man, shots about to fly

Even though some of my friends still talk about you guys like they leanin' towards your side

I think karma's takin' too long, an eye for both of your eyes

That'll show you love is blind for real

You all wanna be the guy

It explains why most people die not knowin' who would've stuck by they side

It doesn't even cross they mind, they just go along for the ride

They'll never know they friends' decisions, friends never had to decide

Ay

I tried and tried and tried 'til the R switched place with the I

I'll never forget that July, the worst that I felt in a while

I'm glad that you think that I'm soft, I'm glad that you think that I'm shy

I need you to think all these things, I got bigger than what's in my mind

I'll take it, an eye for an eye, I'll send a boy up to the sky

I still haven't lost any sleep, and I definitely didn't cry

Ayo, Gucci get back in the ride 'cause that's definitely not the guy

Mistaken identity mixed with adrenaline, almost just kissed you goodbye

It's rap, so it sound like a lie when I talk to you and I confide

I'm goin', goin' back to Cali, I got hearts in both of my eyes

I'm sleepin' with death on my mind 'cause the shots that I called in my time

And karma has been on my side, but I also just heard that she's blind

That bitch might just switch on a dime 'cause she can't even see I'm a guy

Pressure been gettin' applied, and I know I been bad with replies

The lawsuit I got is fried, 'til the R switched place with the I

They'll frame it as people retired, but we know what's a truth and a lie

And they'll act like we signin' a deal when they pay me for wastin' my time

And they'll act like I lost my appeal, but they'll pay me for changin' they mind

They got wind of the fact I was hit, and the whole world started to chime

Not scared of no suit or no tie 'cause shit, victory always been mine

If I free up, my bro gotta live wit' it 'cause we know that that man isn't innocent

If they sayin' he did it, he did the shit, but he still might come home in a lil' bit

400 racks on the head, how am I spendin' so frivolous?

I act like the money's unlimited, if a Rolex I want 'bout to drop

I reserve the shit like I'm indigenous

Barber from 6 went broke, and he under my arm like I'm ticklish

Kow do they say they got classics if it's shit that you never revisited?

And if that's the shit you revisited, then why am I boss of the business?

Niggas been talkin' on digital, knowin' how shit could get physical

Niggas gon' see me at birds and act like they fuckin' invisible

If a Rolex I want 'bout to drop, I reserve it like I'm aboriginal

50 millimeter president for all the times shit got political

This album, I'm never submittin' it 'cause I know that they'll never consider it

This might be the one year I won 'cause I know how they like to position it

My bros wanna mob on the stage, but I tell them boys, "Now have some discipline"

We don't even want what they givin' us, them shits don't even have no significance

They just wanna turn up with gang, they wanna turn up with the syndicate

And bro just touched down in the States, took a jetski from Windsor to Michigan

These niggas recoupin' on 2012, they gotta do it in increments

What happened to Drake from 2009 when all of the moments was intimate?

What happened to Drake with the innocence? I don't think we'll be seein' him again

The pleasure, don't walk away

You've got your love locked up for me, oh

For me, yeah, yeah, you've got your love locked up for me, oh

Iceman, baby, why are you so cool?

Freeze the world, freeze the world

Iceman, baby, why are you so cool?

I don't know, but I ain't no fool

Freeze the world, freeze the world

Freeze the world, freeze the world

(Don't hate me, don't hate me)