No Ice (feat. Lil Durk)

Riding 'round yo block, we sliding late night, yeah

See a five pack, we taking at least four lives, yeah

Ain't talking about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah

My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah

Got perico the color middle of a Klondike

And God knows I'm riding with my bro if he wrong or right

When I go back to the block, I grew up on and roll dice

I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice

I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma

But it's off with his head if he try to harm us

I'm a handy man, nails inside my hammer

Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't no camera

Schools, they kicked us out instead of tryna understand us

I pulled up to class, no book bag and no pencil

Made my bro 100k cash, everything I do is stand up

If I ain't do it, then nobody would, I had to man up

My brother hit a lick for thirty bricks, coke price went up

Gotta keep a wham bam, righthand man tried to set him up

And the way that Flex used to cook the work, swear he had the magic touch

It blew my mind when it bounced back and half the shit was cut

Heart racing, hit a lick hurry up, put it in the trunk

Are you dumb? Roll the window down and throw out your gloves

Go up North and burn the car till everything is gone

Streets be talking, they don't know who did it, but not for long

Riding around yo block, we sliding late night, yeah

See a five pack, we taking at least four lives, yeah

Ain't talking about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah

My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah

Got perico the color middle of a Klondike

And God knows I'm riding with my bro if he wrong or right

When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice

I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice

I go buy that Spyder Apparel, I feel like a tarantula

Go to Toronto link with the killers 'cause I can't bring no guns to Canada

Money and guns, et cetera

Why they be thinking they ahead of us?

You stunting, you flexing, you add it up

Got robbed, but your homie had set it up

Don't stop at your boundaries

That's how **** die in the streets

These **** is hoes, these **** is hoes

That's how it sound to me

Look who you look up to, look who you honor

But them **** clowns to me

Know a **** who served the city, now he sell pounds of weed

I done seem him take so many drugs, they say his body numb

I done seen the littlest **** walk around with a Tommy gun

He couldn't get no good time for his case, he was fighting bodily harm

Once you hit the fed system, just know your body marked

Went inside that crib, got thirty years, it had a silent alarm

It don't mean he got no bag 'cause he got a icy arm

Let them **** name they own weed, that's why the price is wrong

Definition of my brudda, riding right or wrong

Riding around yo block, we sliding late night, yeah

See a five pack we taking at least four lives, yeah

Ain't talking about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah

My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah

Got perico the color middle of a Klondike

And God knows I'm riding with my bro if he wrong or right

When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice

I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice