Ice Cold - Revenge

I said I woke up all kind of pissed
I'm talking all kind of mad
You dead if you owe me money
I'm coming with gloves and mask, I'm through With helping out, I did a lot of that
I showed a lot of love, nobody showed it back, so I Bought a lot of guns, love me or love this mack
I sold a lot of drugs cause china was fronting that, Stick to the g code
I brought the money back
I could've ran off but that's how a dummy act
Few birds is light work when they bring
A hundred back, so just like a running back
I wait for the handoff, sometimes it's a flee flicker, Most times it's a play action, ma homes on a roll Out, bet I make something happen
Come to this play making, I did a lot of that, cp three of the mpc, where my ballers at
Shot at plenty niggas who I hit
Won't say all of that, just don't let it be you who I hit man
Holla at
Send hollows no don attached, smack the shit out You, clip you, toss it, cause it's DNA
On the pistol

Smack the shit out you, clip you, toss it, cause it's DNA on the pistol

Real niggas extinct, it's revenge of the nerds
No code of the streets, these niggas got some Nerve
Raised by the internet, downloaded the curb, Uploaded an image, photoshopped it with drugs
Clubhouse the only way they could kick it with Plugs, but to actually rep a set, gotta get with the Thugs
To get your hand on the brick, gotta get in the Mud
To get respect in the streets, gotta get it in blood

I'm a ice cold nigga, in a ice cold world, light skin With the fatty, that's ice cold girl
I'm coolin' with the boss, f e a on the sleeve
I'm at pineapple jacks with NBA on the screen
Shrimp and steak on my plate, you know my Veggies is steamed
Sipping pinot grigio, watching
Lebron do his thing
I got an album that's bumping, I got music to Stream, I got merch on my sites
A long way from the bing
It's no longer a spot, it's a dispensary, I had to pay For my mistakes
To learn my lesson was free
Used to be about baggin' bitches and four five Sixes, now by four five
I should have six hundred million
I know the goofies is hatin', off the facts I be Statin', but I know Southside love it
Cause b from gateway made it
I'm young tim turner, I just stick to my own, and I Ain't got a home phone number
I live on the road
E class benzy, you know how players roll
Easy pass
I never get stopped by a toll to get on this level Sorry can't give you a code Like a only son, gotta Do this shit on your own

Real niggas extinct, it's revenge of the nerds
No code of the streets
These niggas got some nerve
Raised by the internet, downloaded the curb
Uploaded an image, photoshopped it with drugs
Clubhouse the only way they could kick it with Plugs, but to actually rep a set, gotta get with the Thugs
To get your hand on a brick, gotta get in the mud
To get respect in the streets, gotta get it in blood

Written by:
Brandon Harmon

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