EZ Ice - Blueprints (feat. Noso & D Rome)

Thought you knew this, tired of the two six
Feel like Michael Schofield, I got tatted with the blueprints
You ain't got a money counter, but you just alluded
To making more than me, you switch up
We could never do this, Nah
Dirty Fanta, running with the scammers
MJ with the glove, you can't get prints up on the hammer
I just made em dance, scoring like I'm Deion Sanders
RIP to bands, I was bumping country grammar, Ay
Now I'm in the Creek with tequila
I had dope bands, chilling with the real ones
In the bando, I was never lacking
In the bando, I was never lacking
Never lacking, posted on the ave where this shit get hella tragic
Ain't nobody seen him, bro got disappeared like magic
Move behind the scenes, not on the screens about that action
We ain't never acting Ain't a killer, but don't push me cause I came up where it's Savage
Watch for how you moving, shit, they holdings automatic
Gotta flex the shit we got, cause coming up we never had it
Yeah, far from Average, real until the casket
Blizzy filled with Indica, you know that I'm relaxing
Philly to the flame, burn that 3-5 down to ashes
Hit a three like free throws, green to make the basket
Still been bumping bands, stacking bundled in elastics
Had to flip the script, got the bag doing gymnastics
Eight ball in the side pocket, sticked it in the plastic
Shit ain't going right, and you get left for trying to tax it
Used to serve the fiends and the attics for they habits
Ignorance is bliss, but that shit come with attachments
Really about that action since I went out of my catchment
Still don't got a catchphrase, Chiller wreaking havoc
Yeah, I got the polo ball like Luka on the Mavericks
D Rome had that B.B. on when he was going spastic
Martinez said to make it, don't be caught up in the past tense
One side is Canadian, my other side is Aztec
Ten down how I'm repping, what I step in to my last breath
Never send a message if you know it's not delivered
I'm drinking way too much and it be fucking up my liver
Man, I see some things and I've been going through a lot
Only thing is stopping me is sticking to the plot
But I'm on a straight and narrow, pull it, let it pop
All these mountains made of marrow, when is it gonna stop
Miracles are made of fantasy, so can you lend a hand to me
Cause time continues ticking and I'm missing me a watch
Fucking up my wrist while I be beating up the box
And you're not even a friend of me, man, fuck you think this is
I pushed your hairline back, your homie said it's a trim
If we're really gonna cap, then I never sin
And I know where to go
Know of this place, like the palm of my hand
I don't know
Where we will go, I might need me a map
Thought you knew this, tired of the two six
Feel like Michael Schofield, I got tatted with the blueprints
You ain't got a money counter, but you just alluded
To making more than me, you switch up
We could never do this, Nah
Dirty Fanta, running with the scammers
MJ with the glove, you can't get prints up on the hammer
I just made em dance, scoring like I'm Deion Sanders
RIP to bands, I was bumping country grammar, Ay
Now I'm in the Creek with tequila
I had dope bands, chilling with the real ones
In the bando, I was never lacking
In the bando, I was never lacking

Written by:
Isaac Corber, Daniel Roman, Andres Reynoso

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