Ice Cube

(album: State Of The Art - 2018)

What you working with? That my facecard
That's your facecard
Cicero on the beat
Tie his motherfucking facecard
What you working with?

What you working with? I'm working with my facecard
Break your damn wrist cooking up that straight hard
Yeah, and I'm going straight hard, dumb with the K
Then make bond on my face, 'cause I'm done with the case, beat it
Twelve-fifty, twelve-fifty, two bands on my shoes
Shoot a fifty, shoot another fifty, 'til we make the news
Went full petty in a minute, Asian bitch showed me her boobs
Wish for opps telling game, and they swiping and start scamming
I'm on Xannies in the Lamby, might do the dash and go crash it
I'm on perkies while I'm working, I'm booted, got bad habits
I put blues on the jeweler, got VV's on top of baguettes
I'm the dapper don with that, I wear Dior, new Air Maxes
Four-four-forty-eight, we fax 'em
Thousand we made out the plastic
She toking on dick like it's acid
I pull up in coupe, Jurassic
Wings, pterodactyl
I'm on a bean, pop a capsule
Rollie freeze, I'm Alaska
Serving chicken platter like it's pasta
I want every dollar like Little Rascal
My daddy dead and I'm a bastard
I got a buck fifty, cut you like a Bronx nigga
Real swamp nigga, pump gon' make you jump, nigga
Boom, baow, two-step, DJ Unk, nigga, huh?

Yeah, in my black tee I still trump niggas
I hit licks in my black tee, I'm still a gold-digger
Take your chain and your Rollie, come up out your shoes, nigga
Grabbed my chain and my Rollie 'fore I went to school, nigga
I'm a walking ice licker, I wear nothing but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow, look like molly cubes
Ain't no tucking in my chain, I feel like Ice Cube
Got that 'stendo with my forty, I might make the news

Neighborhood cripping, all my homies got the blues
Locking Enz' in the pen, chain gang rule
He just got ten with a ten, everybody food
I popped a bean once again to match my attitude
I put them Forgis on that bitch to match my gratitude
I put a lift kit on my raps to lift my longitude
I bang a left, I bang a right, get out my latitude
Margiela stepping on the radical, I serve you rabbit food
I watch my plays like Mark Cuban, got my eyes on every move
I just flooded two new Cubans just to make they eyes move
I'm a walking brick of dog food, with them bill jacks
Way I cut the brick in half, call my Longway lumberjack

Yeah, in my black tee I still trump niggas
I hit licks in my black tee, I'm still a gold-digger
Take your chain and your Rollie, come up out your shoes, nigga
Grabbed my chain and my Rollie 'fore I went to school, nigga
I'm a walking ice licker, I wear nothing but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow, look like molly cubes
Ain't no tucking in my chain, I feel like Ice Cube
Got that 'stendo with my forty, I might make the news