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YeahIceYeahI'm an only child, no one could've made anotherI have to father my motherAnd treat my son's grandfather like my older brotherThe skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden colorI'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole careerFor me to be so discoveredI know for sure that my parents,They look at me and see an overcomerI'm looking back at them and these days,I see an older coupleI see my only uncleLookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up toAnd if he said the way he really felt,I'd probably see his side because I'm old enough toI'm looking at all my niggas, they say, "Bro, we love you"But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up toFeel like 40 won't even listen to my wordsWhen he knows I'm in a load of troubleI'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttalsAnd I got a bunch of hits on my hand,See the swollen knuckles?I try to tell himIt's working out for me now,He say, "Then show your musclesProve to me that you're still as strongWhen it's only us twoThey know you thorough with bread,But there's some shit you gotta pony up to"Basically he's sayin'I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deepI really hate those two words, they never bring peaceI'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitchAnd we ain't come here for no big teeth, nahI came here to turn a new leafAnd maybe finally get some sleepBut all I can think aboutIs the mountain to climbAnd the conversations surrounding my musicLike they're Twin PeakWith Dot back in 2024 was a big pieceSo it's like, this shit is me,But it isn't meY'all keep on asking me what it did to me,That's what it did to meWhen I dig deep, they say dig deeperTell us how it felt to meet the grim reaperThis album better have some big featuresWell, sorry to burst your bubble,But I'm all alone for my mentalAnd I've been tryna end so many people,I almost forgot the introBeen so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencilBeen so paranoid that nothingIn this world seems coincidentalYeahOur brother sold his chain the other dayAnd said that someone snatched itI'm still processing that shit, it got me so distractedI think he's so desperateAnd our life is goin' fantasticHe don't have the heart to comeAnd tell us he pawned it for cashEven his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwardsTo me, he sold the only thing that has ever matteredI could never forgive such a nefarious actionI'm still healin' my own traumas,I've barely adaptedThis new toxic shit I'm droppingIs gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeahI really make the roughest days in life look very relaxingI don't do psychedelics becauseI'm too scared of unpackingSometimes I only see myselfIn my therapist glassesBut I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractiveI know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchetIt'll take more than six pallbearersTo carry that casketI put the "man" in "manipulation"When I pay your rentAnd that is an obligation to our attachmentThen I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashionIf that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back thenYou fuckin' dude at the spotThat I got for you, JesusYou gave him reason to speak on my name,That's some weak shitThey textin' proof to my phoneAnd my heart is in piecesYou keepin' your options open,For real, that's some me shitSis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and niecesI keep on rescuin' leeches,I can't believe it, I really can't believe itI can't believe it, yeahToo many wire transfers boundTo have a good girl's morals tangledThe rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral banglesAnd plenty more examples that had you goin'Dora the Explorer outsideWhile I turned a blind eye'Cause it's more than painful, yeahI think I also put the "man" in "manifestation"Either I'm too numb to this shitOr the city is changin'I bump into people and they act like we literally strangersRandom intrusive thought,But what happened to Taz's Angels?So many people that's not around from that generationNiggas wanna talk about a battle,I'm battlin' patienceNigga, I battle frustration,I'm bout to turn forty, dawg, I'm battlin' agin'I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even dropAnd already they asses complainin'Fuck it, I'll battle the label,Fuck it, I'll battle the majors,I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotationShoutout to the real fansThat knew what I had in the basementShoutout to the fake fans,I thought we had an arrangementHow many times have you triedTo tell me I had a replacement?How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shakenMy dad got cancer right now,We battlin' stagesTrust me when I say there's plenty thingsI'd rather be facing (For real)And this time, ask me to dig deeper,I'll gladly explain it (Yeah)Ice
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