5 Milli Lyrics - Icewear Vezzo

Oooh, rj
Rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man

Yeah, my teacher said I’ll never make it
I got ni**as prayin’ that I never make it
Came up with a plan, we was playin’ basic
Only way through a jam for every man is patience
Ni**as hustle, ni**as doin’ scams
Got it with my cousin, he was doin’ time
Used to watch my uncle shoot up, he was doin’ grams
Ain’t nobody help us out when we was doin’ bad

Yeah, now we doin’ fine
I knew that I’d get my blessings all in due time
They say never rest your head if you sell there
Food stamps, medicaid, no welfare
Yeah, it was hell here
Risk my life for this s**t? Ni**a, hell yeah
I was destined for this s**t since the fourth grade
Got indicted, mama cried every court date, ni**a
Had friends turn they backs on me
Couple oldhead ni**as put racks on me
You could never understand what my pain like
Shot a ni**a, then got shot in the same night
Why the f**k you think I ride with that pole on me?
It’s all eyes on me like I stole somethin’
Put my faith in the streets and got let down
The only thing that’s for certain is the road money
Came up off a pound and a couple juggs
Karo’ed the whole town, me and uncle mud
Had ni**as’ favorite rappers come and cop from me
We was f**kin’ ni**as up, they ain’t know what it was
Facts, every ni**a with me strapped, I put 6 mile on my back
Bi**h, it’s icewear, twenty chains on my neck

Hundred in that chop, extra thirty in that mac
Told y’all boys when I get home, yeah, it’s over
R.I.P. Lo, gotta do this s**t for soda
Ap blowin’, new patek full of boulders
What I spent for it, could’ve went and bought a rover, ni**a
Get to trippin’ in the club, what them xans do
Put some money on your head, what them bands do

Yeah, talk behind your back, that’s what friends do
Yeah, I’ll shoot a ni**a and got hands too
Got indicted, hit my lawyer with a hundred k
Everybody turned they back like they run away
Feds boxed a ni**a out like money may’
Then ni**as left me behind like I’m runnin’ late
I’ll drop s**t myself, I don’t need no ni**as
Ain’t bringin’ s**t to the table, I don’t feed no ni**as
Yeah, ni**as clique hoppin’, can’t believe them ni**as
Yeah, wrap them ni**as up, white key them ni**as
What I look like helpin’ a ni**a who won’t help hisself?
What I look like blessin’ a ni**a who won’t bless hisself?
How I look f**kin’ with ni**as who gon’ point the finger?
All I know is loyalty, I don’t know nothin’ else
Yeah, I don’t know nothin’ else
All I know is gettin’ money, I don’t know nothin’ else
I just want the money, don’t want nothin’ less
Never settle for a bi**h who want somethin’ else
Yeah, I want the world, ni**a
Do it for my baby girl, ni**a
Yeah, and my son too
Gotta stand tall for my mom too, ni**a

Drank god
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