My Story

[Intro]
Double R, nigga, uh
Double R, nigga, So Icy, nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
1017 Landlord, nigga
Know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Real street niggas only, man
You ain't invited
(Ayy, BLVKK, take off)

[Verse 1]
So Icy Gang, bitch, we really be robbin'
Nights in that cell, used to talk to a toilet
Knife by my dick, talkin' shit to the warden
I come from powder packs out the apartment ('Partment)
I had to stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down like I was the carpet (Carpet)
These niggas fakin' and flodgin'
How you get caught with no carbine?
How you get out with them charges? (Bitch)
Heard they ran down, you ain't do nothin' (Do nothin')
When it come to the team, keep it two hundred (Two hundred)
Heard that boy green, turn his ass to a cucumber (Cucumber)
Nigga try me, lock me up on a new number
Please check my resume, Section 8 every day
Four chopper sticks in a Chevrolet, pray for a better day
Highway to hell, park the 'Cat at the heaven gates
Fuck the police, push the bitch 'til the pedal break (Skrrt)
Young nigga poppin' straight out of the struggle (Struggle)
Bitch, I'm from Texas, my chopper from Russia (Russia)
Come from a block where you got to leave opps in a puddle
Or bury your partners and brothers (On gang)
Neck on spaghetti, my bezel on Gushers (Bitch)
Jumped off the porch, sellin' dope in my Levis
724, had the Loc in the beehive (Crip)
How that young nigga go Fendi from FILA? (Drip)

[Chorus]
Number one rule, keep a stick with me
Never sell a gun with a clip in it
Never leave your bro for a bitch, nigga
Treat a dope fiend like a rich nigga
Motherfuck a loss, don't quit, nigga
Stick to the G code, don't switch, nigga
Nah, for real, So Icy Gang, nigga, uh

[Verse 2]
Young nigga from the block had it too damn hard
Five grams, Glock 40, and a food stamp card
Tryna pull me a move, fuck school and a job (Fuck a job)
Stayed down, fast forward, it's a pool on my arm (Splash)
'Member they used to make fun of me
Hoes called me broke and they never would come to me (Come to me)
I switch the grill, turn the Bentley to Bumblebee (Skrrt)
Still droppin' tears for my nigga that's underneath (Damn, Crip)
These niggas dumb as fuck, they never come to us
She drop the lo', so I owe her a tummy tuck
This Drac' on my waist, when it spray, wake a mummy up (Grrah)
It's cold where I stay, every day, better bundle up (Bitch, burr)
Burr, burr, better bundle up, burr
It's cold, it's cold where I'm from, cuh, the gutter
Hmm, I came from roaches to riches (Burr)
Boy, you's a ho, you can't go in the trenches (At all)
I'ma catch plays 'til them crackers come get me (Skrrt)
Never had shit, so I'm flashy, I get it
12 roll the Scat, throw the crack in her titties
I really slept on a mattress that's pissy (Ah)
I gotta run up them racks to the ceiling
For all of them nights I was locked in a prison (On gang)

[Chorus]
Number one rule, keep a stick with me (Stick with me)
Never sell a gun with a clip in it (Clip in it)
Never leave your bro for a bitch, nigga (Bitch, nigga)
Treat a dope fiend like a rich nigga (Rich nigga)
Motherfuck a loss, don't quit, nigga (Quit, nigga)
Stick to the G code, don't switch, nigga (Don't switch, nigga)
Nah, for real, So Icy Gang, nigga (Uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, nigga, there's rules to this shit, nigga
That's why the game fucked up
Know what I'm sayin'?
Too many motherfuckin' Indians, ain't enough chiefs, you heard me?
That's why everybody—
Game fucked up, niggas ain't got no motherfuckin' morals
Without 'em
Uh, So Icy
Grim Reaper Gang, bitch