Ice Cream (Freestyle) Lyrics By Meek Mill
(Verse)
The revolution shall be televised
Cuz yeah, it’s all about us, so ^&*() at the otha side
Gotta get kilt on camera for us to come alive
What we did already for all this homicide
And my sal hangin’ from the rope
When you get less time for rape than for sellin’ dope
When you get the same time fo’ dope that you do with murder
And this intel guilty, guilty the verdict
Befo’ you even started to holla, no, we ain’t notice
Cuz we just go to war with ourselves ova that coapin’
And niggas tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains
Could get no service, and our fams couldn’t service us
It’s ah, fire, we fight this war with the silencer
Y’all gracin’ the Lamborghini with the Challenger
And the feds gon’ follow us, labroids and terrorists
And (?) try to bottom us
And we climb the media, the lot of us
Nobody really speakin’ on em court rooms that bodied us
Labeled us as hooligans, who carry em we movin’ it
Kids barely eatin’ at that table with that tuna fish
Brush yo (?) ordered to neuter us
Dinner time, I was at the corner meetin’ Lucifer
Who’s (?) the car when he copped the one you’re in
Nobody!
The revolution shall be televised
Cuz yeah, it’s all about us, so ^&*() at the otha side
Gotta get kilt on camera for us to come alive
What we did already for all this homicide
And my sal hangin’ from the rope
When you get less time for rape than for sellin’ dope
When you get the same time fo’ dope that you do with murder
And this intel guilty, guilty the verdict
Befo’ you even started to holla, no, we ain’t notice
Cuz we just go to war with ourselves ova that coapin’
And niggas tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains
Could get no service, and our fams couldn’t service us
It’s ah, fire, we fight this war with the silencer
Y’all gracin’ the Lamborghini with the Challenger
And the feds gon’ follow us, labroids and terrorists
And (?) try to bottom us
And we climb the media, the lot of us
Nobody really speakin’ on em court rooms that bodied us
Labeled us as hooligans, who carry em we movin’ it
Kids barely eatin’ at that table with that tuna fish
Brush yo (?) ordered to neuter us
Dinner time, I was at the corner meetin’ Lucifer
Who’s (?) the car when he copped the one you’re in
Nobody!
(Verse 2)
Talk to these mighies and I told em keep their head up
And when you touchdown stay focused and get yo bread up
Cuz when you gettin’ to it, the beat will be gettin’ fed up
They ban brand new (?) to make ya bed up
You the head, don? Been the whale
Certain guns ain’t good fo’ ya, don’t bring em near ya
I’m young, black, and I get money, my swag serious
Macker’s worst nightmare, what they scared of
Fresh back home, they had to sit me down
I come back home, they talkin’ Nicki now?!
I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds
And for my walk throughs it cost sixty pounds
At Sour D Hollywood I should be
But that hood ish sprang the hood outta me
I be in the grave like I hit the lottery
Buyin’ every car, every house I see tryna be
A gangsta, I be tryna be a king
Your times go boom, I be tryna get a ring
Couple goons got happy heard I was in the B
Till they left me off my side, jump right there in that sick
Ballenciaga red, interior the inferior
I made a couple million, joan, dead serious
Monkey ass hoes like Georgia and Hankilies
Flow so wavy, man, I shoulda been an Aquarius
I’m talkin’ hovely jail call
Get so many letters that they think that his mouth fall
When I saw all the money they said that I fell in luv
We got like six mansions, 12 lofts
3 condos, and the apartments? Hell no
Just hop in houses, cuz nigga I been bodied
Get chin, get sided, like it’s a robbery
I came up from the bottom, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
Talk to these mighies and I told em keep their head up
And when you touchdown stay focused and get yo bread up
Cuz when you gettin’ to it, the beat will be gettin’ fed up
They ban brand new (?) to make ya bed up
You the head, don? Been the whale
Certain guns ain’t good fo’ ya, don’t bring em near ya
I’m young, black, and I get money, my swag serious
Macker’s worst nightmare, what they scared of
Fresh back home, they had to sit me down
I come back home, they talkin’ Nicki now?!
I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds
And for my walk throughs it cost sixty pounds
At Sour D Hollywood I should be
But that hood ish sprang the hood outta me
I be in the grave like I hit the lottery
Buyin’ every car, every house I see tryna be
A gangsta, I be tryna be a king
Your times go boom, I be tryna get a ring
Couple goons got happy heard I was in the B
Till they left me off my side, jump right there in that sick
Ballenciaga red, interior the inferior
I made a couple million, joan, dead serious
Monkey ass hoes like Georgia and Hankilies
Flow so wavy, man, I shoulda been an Aquarius
I’m talkin’ hovely jail call
Get so many letters that they think that his mouth fall
When I saw all the money they said that I fell in luv
We got like six mansions, 12 lofts
3 condos, and the apartments? Hell no
Just hop in houses, cuz nigga I been bodied
Get chin, get sided, like it’s a robbery
I came up from the bottom, it ain’t no stoppin’ me