Your every kiss, your every touch I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove Uh, sip from the bottle for shit that we bottlin' in Goin' live but we not on the 'Gram It's the land of supply and demand All my young niggas choppin' up grams And them choppas, won't pry from they hands Packin' lead like they got a exam If it's beef, my nigga look just like home wreckers They got they eye on your mans I pray to God it'll jam Too many done died in these parts So we gotta be smart if we tryna see August Some niggas won't make it past summer, regardless I'm tryin' my hardest to stack my deposits These niggas be lookin' at me like I got it Deep down inside, though, I still feel as broke As that nigga who just graduated from college Scrapin' up change that got left in my pockets I'm tryna make nickels turn into a dollar Ridin' the train, way too shy to go holler Just watch her get off at her stop, I'm a coward Fuck it, though, you got a way bigger target I'ma do it so big, they don't know what to call it Sound like a whole Lambo' truck in my stomach Bitch, I ain't hungry, this feeling is starving Gotta move momma from out them apartments Gotta put 'Ville on the map, we forgotten Gotta hit hoes, you hang up at your locker Gotta get rich 'cause my granny pick cotton Got make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin' Gotta stay me in the process Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense I sat him down like his father My nigga asked, "Why you bother?" We should caught him and mobbed him I said, "We gotta move smarter" Don't wan' be the reason for one more sad song I tried to warn niggas they wouldn't last long I hope that you see how they came and they went They shots never hit but they made their attempts May have a good year like their name on a blimp But you know what it take to be poppin' this long Dedication on another level niggas never seen in they life Celebratin' all your first downs like they touchdowns, bring a price Young Simba had a buss down, yeah, the Lion King on ice Niggas wanted me to look the part, had to stop takin' advice Put the jewelry to the side, had to find me, had to find God Half the time we be pacifyin' what they expect from us But that's treacherous, that shows less of us I need y'all to see every part of me, every scar and every artery Every story that I can recall, then I can fall I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie I got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie Lately, I reflect, on the times a nigga was low I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before I'm stronger than ever before, just like I planned to be They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thang to me Thoughts when I was broke, "If only I could be" Pockets holdin' hope, it ain't no thang to me At night, I hit my knees, I pray for better days Then found the better me, I got my head on straight Up, up and away Just ridin' my wave, I ain't ever gon' say nothin' Niggas throw a shot my way, I just jot down names Ain't never gon' say nothin' Know you been stressin', hate only block your blessin' I'm never gon' say nothin' Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check I'm never gon' say nothin', know that it's destined

I'm under the ice My whole life If you see me gently smiling baby You should know I'm just trying not to cry I see you skating by You look strong, you look full of life I gather strenght then change my mind My heart goes dark Then I fall behind I'm under the ice My whole life If you see me gently smiling baby You should know I'm just trying not to cry I'm under the ice My whole life If you see me gently smiling baby You should know I'm just trying not to cry We all get a chance at joy Did mine come and go? Every morning I quit smoking Every night I'm bumming a light I'm under the ice My whole life If you see me gently smiling baby You should know I'm just trying not to cry I'm under the ice How much longer do I have to wait For you to come and burn a hole through my soul? I want to skate on top with you But it's dark and it's cold and I'm scared And I'm still under the ice My whole life If you see me gently smiling baby You should know I'm just trying not to cry

Blood on the ice! Blood on the ice! Blood on the ice It's a puck flying into your head Slam into the boards And hit the deck Get up and try and fight But your goal ain't 10 to 9 It's time to drop your gloves Blood on the ice Feel like you're fraught Do you want to try to check your tooth? Get out of his way Now the Crusher's coming after you You slip trying to skate wide And your stick goes up too high It's time to drop your gloves Blood on the ice Feel like you're fraught Do you want to try to check your tooth? He's a one-man mission, a militia And he's after you You slip trying to skate wide And your stick goes up too high It's time to drop your gloves Blood on the ice Get up and try to fight But your goal ain't 10 to 9 Down my shirt three drops of blood Blood on the ice Blood on the ice Blood on the ice Blood on the ice

(Who nigga, ayy) Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" (uh huh) Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (fuck lurkin' in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how to crank it up I'm a East Memphis native I pull up and then degrade him (uh huh) I'm willing and able, I'll stand on top of your table (nigga) I won't tell a fable why you bitches be so playful (huh) I won't let you play tho', Ball the ball just like Play-doh, huh (nigga) You was in my way hoe (bitch), I'mma shake her just like Fabo (Fabo) This bitch think she J-Lo, this bitch never had a halo (had a halo) I'm busy today so I can't chill 'til three, damn nympho Then pull up to my kinfolk we smoke One two three four ten more, you bitch Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up (uh huh) Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (on the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (bitch, in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how To crank it up, nigga hush, you bitch

Go to Akina this Saturday Find some punk with in a FD People say is the fastest on Akagi And beat the fire outta him You see me smoking blunts over horizons I'm higher than anybody else who think they hiding New armor on me specially made for me from foreign islands When she hit my blunt, she say she can't lift her eyelids Switch it back to me, I ain't even hear her, I'm just driving Motor on and engine sounding better 'cause I dialed it Bitch I be so fresh, they think lil' Ian came to style it See me smoking blunts, I give no fuck about who doubting The Hollowsquad stand on any mountain See all the aura from me flooding from the fountains When she lay up on me she feel doubtless She laid the glass cherry trim on my outfit You see a hundred million men but who counting I pulled up 240 'cause that's just the way my style is Mr. Fujiwara tried to warn me 'bout the mountains I appreciate it but I'm still finna take it