Icewear Vezzo – I ain’t Mad at Ya

“Get the ‘bows locally and still could charge a little extra when it’s Cali stamped
Turn the streets to my profession, just imagine that
Ran them laps and I had an asthma attack for all them bags and racks
Got a kitchen full of beakers, skizzy look like pizzas
Stack it up like Pringles, get the syrup, pints and liters
Made that first million, I was grateful, nice to meet you
Got two choppers by the speakers, knock the cheese out your fajita
I was turnt when I was half as blessed
Keep a 30 in my belt, that’s how we had to dress
Talk to that paper in my sleep, think the bag possessed
What about the cars and all this jewelry, nigga?
I told ’em pray, that’s how you manifest
Thinkin’ back, I been let down, seen ’em do some time
Then come home and fuck with everybody except who held ’em down
Mama told me see a snake swimmin’, let ’em drown”