Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
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This that ice that never melt,
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I can't get put on no shelf
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Dead broke, I turned a million down,
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knew what I was worth
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Can't compare me,
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ain't nobody fuckin' with me on this earth
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I want niggas feel the shit I felt
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Play this hand that I was dealt
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I ain't askin' for no help
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Feed the family by myself
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Drugs fuckin' up my health
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Hood rich, I'm chasin' wealth
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This that ice that never melt,
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I can't get put on no shelf
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Dead broke, I turned a million down,
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I knew what I was worth
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Can't compare me,
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ain't nobody fuckin' with
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me on this earth
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Chrome heart, crosses on me
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like I'm tryna break a curse
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Leafy take a bad bougie,
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rich bitch, I make her worse
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Still be in them jets, drop the cash,
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shootin' dice with Reef
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Still duckin' fast,
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so when we on them phones,
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we keep it brief
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Beef deep, so I'm clutchin' on,
this could be police
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Track hard, but I call this
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shit a Hellcat Jeep
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She ain't let me fuck,
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now I guess she ready
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But I'm petty, he wanna eat, I'm fetty
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Told him first focus on
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flippin' steady,
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think we sellin' fetty
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We just pumpin' gas, we got Getty
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He run off, let it
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Lord broke weight and he gon' wet it
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Took some risks for this
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That paper always come
back with subpoenas
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Facing felonies
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Heard them feds watchin'
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and they seen us
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Niggas think I'm rich
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Whole time I'm aced fresh
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out the cleaners
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I ain't sellin' out
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Only thing we sell out is arenas
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Took some risks for this
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Paper always come back
with subpoenas
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Facing felonies
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Heard them feds watchin'
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and they seen us
Niggas think I'm rich
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Whole time I'm aced fresh out
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the cleaners
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I ain't sellin' out
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Only thing we sell out is arenas
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He too rich for this,
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I give my papa stick
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Don't mess with this,
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we don't beef with him
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He call us opps cause lil'
bro hit his bitch
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I'm a real gangster,
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rappin' just some shit gon' get us rich
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Turn your trap up, it's 22,
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you still tryna hit us lit
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Give a dick, I get a thick
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These bitches wanna fuck on the gang,
so we just bouncin' out
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God open no doors, we in the Wrangler
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I left off the porch, Umi stressin'
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She think I'm in danger, lost niggas
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It ain't shit to treat no bitch
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like she a stranger
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I really slept over a fiend house,
Bro a perc popper
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I want him stopped but he fiend out,
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Still free to mob
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Until they come like my team,
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I'll attract that
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Do a couple racks out the back,
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My dream house
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Took some risks for this,
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That paper always come back
With subpoenas,
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Facing felonies
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Heard them feds watching
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and they seen us
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N****s think I'm rich,
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Whole time I'm ace
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Fresh out the cleaners,
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I ain't selling out
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Am
Only thing we sell out is arenas
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Took some risks for this,
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Paper always come back
With subpoenas,
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Facing felonies
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Heard them feds watchin' and
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they seen us
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N****s think I'm rich,
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whole time I'm ace
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Fresh out the cleaners,
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I ain't sellin' out
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Am
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Only thing we sell out is arenas
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You
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