[Verse 1]
We are not the same, you don't have enough ice
I lift up my sleeve, and damn, I almost went blind
It's gon' be really hard to see me under strobe lights (Diego)
If you see me with that fin, nigga, don't mind me (Bankroll Got It)
He tried to run up on a chop, I had to clothesline him
Sneak dissin' on the 'net got me dumbfounded
It's gon' be a lot of funerals and closed caskets
They was screamin' free me and now it go backwards
[Chorus]
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooters with me that's gon' leave a nigga strеtched
Who don't like me? I camе in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooter with me that's gon' leave a nigga stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy (Shit)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments 'cause I'm way too icy (Shit, nigga)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments, nigga, fuck who don't like me
[Verse 2]
If you dig it, then you gotta get the shovel
Mud spillin' while I'm dancin' with the devil
I'm a villain, but the Lord will be my shepherd
Stick talk, left his body like a leper
Once again, can't nobody do it better
A punk rocker, I be playin' heavy metal
This was all thought in fifty-three hundred
I love the 'fit, but I gotta rock a drum with it
These is Ballys, from the police, I'ma run in 'em
I'm a felon on parole, plus there's guns in here
Ain't from the streets, I suggest you don't come in here
I flood the studio with Neiman Marcus shopping bags
We are not the same, you don't have enough ice
I lift up my sleeve, and damn, I almost went blind
It's gon' be really hard to see me under strobe lights (Diego)
If you see me with that fin, nigga, don't mind me (Bankroll Got It)
He tried to run up on a chop, I had to clothesline him
Sneak dissin' on the 'net got me dumbfounded
It's gon' be a lot of funerals and closed caskets
They was screamin' free me and now it go backwards
[Chorus]
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooters with me that's gon' leave a nigga strеtched
Who don't like me? I camе in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooter with me that's gon' leave a nigga stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy (Shit)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments 'cause I'm way too icy (Shit, nigga)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments, nigga, fuck who don't like me
[Verse 2]
If you dig it, then you gotta get the shovel
Mud spillin' while I'm dancin' with the devil
I'm a villain, but the Lord will be my shepherd
Stick talk, left his body like a leper
Once again, can't nobody do it better
A punk rocker, I be playin' heavy metal
This was all thought in fifty-three hundred
I love the 'fit, but I gotta rock a drum with it
These is Ballys, from the police, I'ma run in 'em
I'm a felon on parole, plus there's guns in here
Ain't from the streets, I suggest you don't come in here
I flood the studio with Neiman Marcus shopping bags
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