Lion King On Ice

You're everything, you're everything

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 watched her get off at a 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

Gotta make hits, 'cause if nothin', I'm floppin'

Gotta stay me in the process

Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense

I sat 'em down like his father

My nigga asked: Why you bother?

We shoulda 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

Uh, 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'

Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names

But never gon' say nothin'

Know you be 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 destin-