iGoByLC - Inevitably Clean Everyday (ICE) (feat. LaSalle Grandeur) Lyrics

Try to follow along with me
Pavin' the way get shifty
Got it out the mud hands filthy
Spreadin' my wings like bentley
Why the things that ain't good for you sound so tempting
Glorifiyin' all the winnings
Now everybody act just a little too friendly
Tip toein' big steppin' gently
Only makin' me feel more empty
I flow like butter wonder bread get made in a jiffy
I ain't never been well off
I spent it on whips then I sped off
Did my absolute best avoidin' the flakes no Kellogg
They can't make me a fan of the corniness even if they sugar coat it
That's something they might wanna tell all they troops
I bear arms on roofs of tank tops aiming for peace of mind outta sight as I stare off and shoot
It's there on the news
A goldmine makin' a killin' from fear mongering
Cameras everywhere for peer to peer monitoring
Turnin' us against each other been real prominent
My whole life
This state monotonous
While I'm tryna rewrite history to make sure it ain't so ominous
I'm dyin' of thirst and the well gets deep I'm just hopin' I'm not drownin' in it
'Cause I found no limits to how to get it
But you couldn't catch me at the wrong place for a long time
The last thing I needed was my parents to find out that somebody else had the wrong guy
The wear on my sneaks from runnin' away from danger apparent I never had an off night
So I grabbed some replacements both kicks for me and the whip gotta keep a couple on ice
Now I ride around like f*ck the police, they be killin' my dawgs
All over this nation, wicked system, crooked cops
F*ck the DA, middle fingers to the judge
Smokin' reefer ridin' with my top down
(I got a couple on ice)
Yellin' f*ck the police, they be killin' my dawgs
All over this nation, wicked system, crooked cops
F*ck the DA, middle fingers to the judge
Smokin' reefer ridin' with my top down
(I got a couple on ice)
That's why I do this for the whole third coast
In Louisiana
Where they keep a hammer
Holla at a nigga
If you ever in my section
Lotta my homies livin' out here reckless
Hurricane hit us now my OG living in Texas
We was goin' hotel to hotel with no money and no bed and breakfast
Ever had to wait and rely on a FEMA check just to make
Ends meet momma make a plate of food outta nothin'
I ain't know how you do what you do
But I swear to God that I'm grateful that you did
Always gave a nigga love probably the reason why I ain't out here robbin' niggas with a stick
Never understood the concept or idea takin' from another person that be starving like you
Nigga one phone call to my nigga guarantee they'd be dead
No this shit is not a game
I be higher than a telephone pole
Don't talk to the Popo
Oh no nigga never tellin'
L be dropping these cool thoughts on your cerebellum
'Cause my daddy was a felon
Ain't got no 401k
Overtime in check
Out the mud from the belly of the beast
I know better cause I found the limits on how to get it
But you wouldn't catch me at the wrong place for a long time
The last thing I need is my wife and children finding out somebody else had the wrong guy
I ain't never asked a nigga for no help if it wasn't the big homie callin' shots like the umpire
Used to lace up my Nikes and get ready to hoop
They was like you too short
So I was telling Niggas they can take a hike
Now I ride around like f*ck the police, they be killin' my dawgs
All over this nation, wicked system, crooked cops
F*ck the DA, middle fingers to the judge
Smokin' reefer ridin' with my top down
(I got a couple on ice)
Yellin' f*ck the police, they be killin' my dawgs
All over this nation, wicked system, crooked cops
F*ck the DA, middle fingers to the judge
Smokin' reefer ridin' with my top down
'Cause I can't struggle home
I got a couple on
I got a couple on ice
I got a couple on
'Cause I- I- I- I-
Got a couple on
Got a couple on
Got a couple on
Got a couple on
'Cause I can't struggle home