IC3's in the street

I see 3's on peoples snaps,

I see 3's when I'm yakked,

I see 3's everywhere,

It's Official- King, Warrior, Magician, Lover,

Simple “Crow- Yakk- Imagination- Charmer”

She thinks I'm nice- But it's facts- when I say look at my mandem- Told Bro to have that- I swear that group chat

Is Khalas- Team- of more IC3's- than Crystal Palace- Broski- asking me- why I play that position- Told Bro I prefer assisting to scoring- making the play- with the perfect weight of pass- Class

Then you man know what to say,

One of them ones where I'm single- but I have a babes- who knows what I'm on,

She currently- fits the vision- so listen- having my heart will be a mission- you're a mistress at best for now, you can hang about- if we- fuck up somehow

Maybe- money

If it changes me- baby- premeditated apology- sorry- I want enough for very comfy- maybe- not too crazy- but maybe...

Coz

I been listening more to Broski- he's telling me,

Right now we're just some IC3s- How much ice do we need?,

Enough to freeze- in seas of jewellery- -100 degrees,

Frostbite Piece...

Take it off my neck its leaving hickies,

Fighting against the chain- we either “Iced or #3”,

Police- pull us over- we flex ice and keys,

That's how much money- we need...

In 2019- Ziggy- offered me- a drink- I said ‘MLK(I'm Okay)'- that night “I had a dream”- picture this Scene- cpollo Team,

CL and I-

“Rolling Load” like ‘Future'- we- freestyling- 11 Smartwhips in- 7 bottles in the bin,

Rizz- Cigs- blocking- the sink- vomit stains,

“He white-ied again Manisha,

The sinks Nasty”,

She said “For Fuck Sake- he's never

Coming back here again”,

If you saw the look on her face, She's pressed like a remote changing channel,

Shenelle's grabbing her seat- slapping on some cOT,

cnd that's when the zoot hit me- I started thinking quickly,

cll these Titans are white-

Why are none like Onyankapon?,

I was living in sprint- planning the marathon,

How do I become the best that exists?- so I wrote a plan

2022- 4 songs I'll release,

Couple more and maybe fulfil the wishes of Broski

I been listening more to Broski- he's telling me,

Right now we're just some IC3's- How much ice do we need?,

Enough to freeze- in seas of jewellery- -100 degrees,

Frostbite Piece...

Take it off my neck its leaving hickies,

Fighting against the chain- we either “Iced or #3”,

Police- pull us over- we flex ice and keys,

That's how much money- we need...

Stink face bars master- then Snaps- splash like post shit clarity,

I don't wanna sit on that seat- why was it feeling so nice?,

Flushed and Washed

The stains of the night away- Now we're in Today,

No belly or headaches- Recovered from that life- except ‘Igbo and Shayo'-

Every time- I say it's my ‘Last Last' time- but across this Track I'll get- drunk and high

My Wifey- is an IC3 or a 2.5

On a Lightie ting- Banstradamus- catch the latest streams,

The mandem scheming- to make those P's- some want them to rain on B's,

But it's the reign for me- bow before me,

I see 3- pathways for me,

Music- Engineering- Mr. Personality,

I have an expertise- To register the fatalities- I need- to keep my family-

Then spend some P's with B's

Shamelessly...