Ice Cold - Never Gon Lose

Uh, all I know is grind, grind, grind, grind
Stack it up, then shine, huh
Buy one, get one free
First ten people in line
Front yard boomin' like Walmart Scootin' through the get woods in a golf cart
Girlie say she lost, push the On-Star
I remember three shirts hangin' in the armoire
Had a few jeans, no Amiris
Had a few bad dreams, none scared me
No warnings, so no preparing
Like drivin' a car with no bearings
No power steering, tell me how the fuck I'm engineering
With no brakes or no rotors
Tryna duck a case, no Nintendo controllers
Just a big grip, can't fit in a holster Never no, hold up when you ship it with
the Folgers
Can't stand a bitter bitch when she sober
Get your mix in order Yachtin', had to get my fit in order
Got a big drip, disorder
Once I slip, it's over
Once the doors click on the Rover Somebody bitch, tellin' somebody bitch
Bitch, move your big ass over
It's only one ending, it's over
I hate to say it, I'm breakin' the news Get who you gettin', whoever you bringin
They gettin' it too, you see how I'm swinging
So if she pitch it, I'm hitting it
Way past the fences and hittin' my patented moves
You ride the benches, me,
I'm never goin' loose
All I know is shine, shine, shine, shine
Celebration of the grind
Couldn't see the finish from the back of the line
Rap don't work, then it's back to the dimes
Pullin' up, park, back to back in the line
Doors go up like we back in time Back to the future, no free band gang
Over here we hustle cane, hustle clothes and hustle music
We just hustle hard in any hustle we do pick
Icy boy, igloo shit
Cold nigga on some flu shit
Poolside sippin' cool shit
Don't talk about it and don't do the shit
Haul on a nigga, put a move on em
Ball like Chris Paul, fade away like Ewing
I need longevity, views out Beverly Albums produce them executively
I'm at the top, you tryna connect with me I have to link you up with Stephanie
First we win, win, win, win
Never lose, that's secondly
It's only one ending
I hate to say it
I'm breaking the news, get who you gettin
Whoever you bringin', they gettin' it too
You see how I'm swingin', so if she pitch it, I'm hittin' it
Way past the fences and hittin' my patented moves
You ridin' benches, me, I'm never gon' lose

Written by:
Brandon Harmon

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