The NICEe$t

[Intro: Ginger Trill]
Uh
Uh huh

[Verse 1: Ginger Trill]
My thoughts dark, I talk sharp
And sport art that cost a fortune
What’s the ball park? Pricey
Know your role, play your small part
We all gotta start somewhere, that’s how we were all taught
I’m Suave Lofton, so awesome, often
How many bodies can fit in a coffin? Off’d em
Covid coughin', the sickest yet
Healthy competition never been a threat
Pardon me I interject, you ain’t the nicest
Check it, Trill been licensed to thrill
Fuck the price, you can’t quantify this type of ill
Mike Jackson, nice jacket feel, ghost writer chill
Top five conversation, live rounds bite the steel
Cracked the code, you really got the combination Trill
(Mike Jackson, nice jacket feel, ghost write-)

[Chorus 1: Ginger Trill, IMP THA DON]
No one on the corner got swagga like-
R.I.P Fresh, my swagga might die
Prada these sweats, hot dammit I’m fly (It's the DON)
No one on the corner got swagga like I (Okay)
R.I.P Fresh, my swagga might die (Yeah)
Prada these sweats hot damnit I’m fly
(What up Trilly? One time)

[Verse 2: IMP THA DON]
I probably shouldn’t write this
The boy got bars like I’m fresh outta Ricker’s
And they dope too
Something like Johnson or something like Pfizer, yeah
Ain’t nobody nicer
You fucking with a cold dude, better get your ice up
Like head traumas, I can rap circles around you
I can tell you were raised by the spoon
I got mentality that came from the goons
I grew wiser when I came outta school (facts)
I see your waves like I’m chillin' by the pool
I’m on that, Brad Pitt George Clooney
You producin' whack shit, don’t talk to me
All you Niggas looking like the opps to me
And I ain’t even gotta done 'em, it’s done
It’s a nightmare on my street, you probably should run
Welcome to the West where they playin' with guns
You should keep the cross close like a catholic nun (Raaa)

[Chorus 2: IMP THA DON]
No one on the corner got swagga like I (Uh)
R.I.P Jabba, hope to see you when I die
Proud of these raps, can we kick it in the sky?(R.I.P, One time)
No one on the corner got swagga like I
R.I.P Jabba, hope to see you when I die
Proud of these raps, can we kick it in the sky? (One time)