Lord of the Ice

(Beat gets louder)
Yuh, Aye, Aye, Yung Sauce, ooh, Yung Sauce, Lets go

Hopped out a school bus like a space ship, my dad shoes cut up the competition they rip, I make the world go crazy like a nip slip, I give tracks nuances not no fake shit, don't tell me who lost I know who can't spit, their shot is an air ball over my whip, she want a tip but I can't do that, bitch!
(Because)
I've been tryna rake in the racks, and don’t go dumb off no crack, and with my lyrics giving heart attacks, I should be labelled a demoniac, Yuh
(Yuh!)
Yeah a mother fuckin demoniac witha 90’s bitch up in his lap, yall call that shit a throwback (damn), collect 200$ every that I go past, but when they pass that I dont toke that
I don't smoke that, and now my voice, it don’t crack yet I still I don’t know how to act, and by the morning I want some flapjacks, then to put a couple racks in my backpack, and then hit a 21 in blackjack, just to make a film like Kodak, Cardi like bodak
(what)
CARDI LIKE BODAK!
So don't say my flow whack, bitch you know that it fire, Lil kydd and I make the track perspire, got a lotta talk but bitch you squire, I inspire, I’m am flier, make a flyer, pass the lighter, I’ll burn down the house, squeak squeak these kid are all mouse, or mice, but I’m of the lord Ice, I don't have to be nice, neither do you, but you want a slice, these pupils got dues don’t pay me in rice, I want that shit in coin and make the payment trice...
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