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Meek Mill

Ice Cream (Freestyle)

 

Ice Cream (Freestyle)


The revolution shall be televised
This year it's all about us so fuck the other side
Gotta get killed on camera for us to come alive
Well shit we dead already from all this homicide
In my cell hanging from a rope
When you get less time for rape than for selling dope
When you get the same time for dope that you do a murder
Innocent 'til guilty, guilty the verdict
Before you even started that Harley, no we ain't notice
Cause we was going to war with ourselves over that coca
And they was tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains
Couldn't get no service and our families couldn't service us
Fighting a silent war with a silencer
Like racing a Lamborghini with a Challenger
And the feds gon' follow us
Label us as terrorists and then they drop bombs on us
And we turn to media, they lie to us
Nobody really speaking on them courtrooms that bodied us
Labeled us as hooligans, we trapping and we moving it
Kids barely eating at that table with that tuna fish
Back to lunchtime, I'ma order the noodle dish
Dinner time I was on the corner, me and Lucifer
Who you s'posed to call when the cops the ones shooting you?
Nobody
Talked to the Shmurdas and I told 'em keep their head up
And when you touch down, stay focused and get your bread up
Cause when you're getting to it the people be getting fed up
They building brand new jails for us, don't make your bed up
Use your head, dog, and beware
Certain niggas just ain't good for you dont bring them near ya
I'm young, black, and I get money, my swag serious
America's worst nightmare, I'm what they're scared of
Fresh back home, they had to sit me down
I come back home, they talking Nicki now?
I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds
And for my walkthroughs it cost 60 pounds
Of Sour D, Hollywood, I should be
But that hood shit bring the hood out of me
I be on the 'gram like I hit the lottery
Buying every car, every house I see, tryna be
A gangsta, I was tryna be a king
You're tryna score a point, I was tryna get a ring
Couple niggas got happy, heard I was in the bink
'Til they let me out my cell, I jumped right up in that sink
Balenciaga red interior, they're inferior
I made a couple milli in jail, I'm dead serious
Monkey ass hoes like George and head curious
Flow so wavy man I should've been an aquarius
I'm talking to Hov on the jail call
Get so many letters that they thinking it's mail fraud
When I fell on the money they said that I fell off
We got like, 6 mansions, 12 lofts
3 condos, any apartments? Hell naw
Just all penthouses, nigga I've been 'bout it
Gets in, gets out it, like it's a robbery
I came up from the bottom and ain't no stopping me

done

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