Siix, the Lowlife Poet - Thin Ice

It's a cold, cold world
No sweater, Ice on my
Moe realer, nice with it
Drug dealers, sight seeing

This my block now
This my block now
You on thin ice...

Come around I got that heat, they roll dice
You look down and I'm a doctor, hold tight
See a frown and imma light ya whole life
It's going down okay the shot clock
I think about you when I pull up to the right spots
You do not know how to view me from your ice box
And my heart it used to be there but then life stopped
Got me icy like you see me in them high tops
When I pull up to yo city I got ripe thots
When you come around they question it, they might pop
But without me you is nothing but some high clout
Bitch I
Bitch I

Bitch I might pass out
If I hit another blunt
And bitch I might pass out
If I'm drinking off this cup
I might pass out, if I take another tab
And I might pass out, if I do then that's my ass

I'm saying
I been on a fast, for like 3 days
I'm hungry than a mufucka
I do that so I can keep my ways
And not my waves
God got me changing every single different day
I'm Barry Manilow from the 90's with a fade
I ain't gotta price for this ice
Do it right and it's yours by the night
Catch a flight for me
Bitches lookin' like
That him, yea girl that's right
Couple of my friends is dykes
She pull out the strap I got the knife
We brought a tank to a gun fight
Ice but my head is a torchlight
I am on fire tonight and i scorch life
Im a gorilla, I'm so appealing, I'm like a pill in this bitch
They not biting my shit they rewriting my shit
And pay homage to producers who be typing my shit
Industry on thin ice when I write a new hit
And I'm cold as my bitch
And she cool like a whip
Winter baby and it's crazy
Aquarius shit
No comparing the chips
Got my script and I freestyled it
I'm not an actor I be too legit

Written by:
Justan Shinn

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