ice cold water willie nice molson ice malt liquor never sip a mimosa no ice real ice up in my chain moissanites are manti blind your cornea no zicronium cubics rubik s cube you can t figure out a nigga like me you might doubt but dead wrong you more than probably might be the fly persevere duffle luggage leather they clear ray bans monclers then your feathers ruffle farewell to all the fraudulent my heart frost bit and smitten what a litany these sneaks tiffany blue new benz kidney bean burgundy i know you heard of me sipping burgundy in hamburg germany danke schoen damn shame the fly 3 on the way bitches in their underwear the bose and glacier bay glasses of water the world bring glasses my niggas dropped out of school the hood became classes salute the real for a change call the fakers out we celebrating on the boats till they take us out drank a stout then a pilsner peeling paper back like a sticker never stuck willie been a stickler tutankhamun furniture the jewels amadeus spend a day off the grid in the himalayas lay it up in the winter moms in cashmere and denim bitches never front i need my trunks in the front elephant skin swimming trunks private jacuzzi pocket full of money crib full of floozies i m trying to be the black bill gates will not the fresh prince but i will fill banks tcp2
['alternative hip hop', 'boom bap', 'conscious hip hop', 'hardcore hip hop', 'soul flow', 'underground hip hop']