"Iceberg Cold"

It's like 4 an' to the 5 an' to the 6 an' to the 7
I 8 (ate) all these other prodigies to become the 9th wonder of the rap game
Reppin' Ten-A-Key
Ten toes down, loaded like a MAC 11
Top dollar, Southern nigga, status blue-collar
But thinkin' like he white-collar; my key is low like an Impala
Feral like a pitt wit' no collar
Nah, I ain't ballin', but bitch come holla
The first rule of Fineprint Misread
Is never discuss Fineprint Misread
Or I get on my shit like assassins, inf'red then you're dead
Westwood, don't go downin' my homestead
Bitch I ain't talkin' 'bout no murder, unless it's verbal
High off my confidence, tryna avoid them herbals
I don't really mess wit' it, but fuck it, baby roll
I don't twist shit, rather stuff a bowl
Flick the lighter, inhale then proceed
To lick a nigga down, from my head to the crown
Of my dick; drop it like a bank heist
I mean what I mean, swallow it down like Slice
You better wise up like Janet Weiss
That sappy shit ain't never been in my genes, so don't splice
Or try to get me twisted wit' these punk muthafuckaz
I mean what I mean, don't make me pimp hard
Push ya head 'gainst the wall 'til I hear that crackin' sound
Heh... I'm just playin', ma; that's not how I get down
I ain't never been arrested for nada domestic
So please don't set trip
An' try to bust my balls, I ain't no punk bitch
I keep it iceberg cold, chances slim like that pimp

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"Grams & Bars (Original Version)"

Champagne for my real friends, I got no time for ya pussy, bitch
All I think about is money
Real pain for my sham friends, dollar after dollar on my brain
I know what the fuck you wantin' from me
Pray to God all the time, I know somethin' comin' for me
I just gotta get my soul right
But I never said I was tryna go to Heaven, ask the preacher 'bout me
Cryin' out for help, come see about me
I ain't never had my dough right, didn't have the heart to be a D-boy
Pole vaulted over triple beams
Even wit' the smoke screen, veiled threats
Bet it's cold-blooded fangs that I see, boy
Backstabbers come wit' the territory, no detour
Niggaz kill ya mood like Eeyore
In the mouth of madness is a heart of darkness
But it still beats pure

Hook(x2):
Wanna live the life of a celebrity
A made figga way bigger makin' figures that you'll never see
Open up shop, got the recipe
Bars turn ya 1,000 grams to a teaspoon of sesame