Icepick! Chris King (Ft. Sauce Walka)

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[Chorus: Chris King]
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
I done came up from the slums, 'm glad I made it
Reaching for my chain, swear to god, get amputated
All this money on me, gotta have my paper
[?] got no lean, I'm agrovated
Imma pour that [?] hit the [?]
Young nigga cold and sharp, I'm an icepick
Young nigga on the road [?]
Young nigga leave him cold, leave him lifeless

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Splash [?] diamonds [?] hit a lightswitch
Young niggas hit the road, with an ice brick
[?] wanna know what the price is
[?] opper, wе on [?] like it's Isis
[?] get in line
Niggas brokе, what am I?
If being broke was a crime, I did 20 years [?]
Creeping up, coming down
[?] get it now
Bitch, we up, pour that mud up, in my cup, I might drown
[?] I been high all day [?]
Mama said she pray for us, [?] like Blade Runner
Raised around them grave diggers, [?]
Really spit crack, this shit feel like 81