[Intro: Ras Kass]
Ah, ayy, ayy
Shouts out to all my conspiracy theorists
This is Wendy Day from Rap Coalition, RZA... Big Boy, Fazid...
Soul On Ice Part Two
[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Watered the bush, I was 14, breakin'
Raisin', fake I.D. from Eric Davis
Good vibrations, Kehlani first to take-off in an altercation (Facts, facts)
Like Walter Payton, running back to the drama with our 40 oz bottles
The Aussies call it Mackers, we call it McDonalds
I know hoes from Toronto who collect vinyl
Then bust it wide open at the Spearmint Rhino
Was thinkin' about settlin' down, but these hoes got their head in the cloud
So I'm celibate now, lasted a couple months then its back to being slut puppy (Hahaha)
Jumping off like adrenaline junkies (X-boy)
My brother Curt, my brother Clee, my brother Nummy, go dummy
Wais P never let me go hungry
40 a diva dude, 10 pair of the same Gucci shoes
My revolver big and black like Terry Crews (Ooh)
I just love the culture and the bag, gee
Mystery to me why you dressin' like Mr. T
Ten skinny ass gold chains like chokers
I just put bitcoins inside my penny loafers (Oh)
Moonwalkin' across your sofa
Trap musicians, y'all overdose, we get doper!
North, East, West, South, we all connected (Woo)
It's hard to defend against the unexpected (Nigga)
Ah, ayy, ayy
Shouts out to all my conspiracy theorists
This is Wendy Day from Rap Coalition, RZA... Big Boy, Fazid...
Soul On Ice Part Two
[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Watered the bush, I was 14, breakin'
Raisin', fake I.D. from Eric Davis
Good vibrations, Kehlani first to take-off in an altercation (Facts, facts)
Like Walter Payton, running back to the drama with our 40 oz bottles
The Aussies call it Mackers, we call it McDonalds
I know hoes from Toronto who collect vinyl
Then bust it wide open at the Spearmint Rhino
Was thinkin' about settlin' down, but these hoes got their head in the cloud
So I'm celibate now, lasted a couple months then its back to being slut puppy (Hahaha)
Jumping off like adrenaline junkies (X-boy)
My brother Curt, my brother Clee, my brother Nummy, go dummy
Wais P never let me go hungry
40 a diva dude, 10 pair of the same Gucci shoes
My revolver big and black like Terry Crews (Ooh)
I just love the culture and the bag, gee
Mystery to me why you dressin' like Mr. T
Ten skinny ass gold chains like chokers
I just put bitcoins inside my penny loafers (Oh)
Moonwalkin' across your sofa
Trap musicians, y'all overdose, we get doper!
North, East, West, South, we all connected (Woo)
It's hard to defend against the unexpected (Nigga)
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