Let's time stroll back to 9-5,
When we used to rock it live,
No time for jives,
As ya catch the beat hivez,
Baby, I got all of the vibes,
Rocking this alive,
And well and you tell
By the smell,
Of my cologne, let's get it on,
Young thick and strong,
Got these hoes sprung,
Beat on my chest like king kong,
They know I got it going on,
Remix with the fresh kicks, ***** copped
Like fresh drops of bricks,
Smoother than Rick,
So keep on talking ****,
Got lead to ya head, you'll be feelin' it,
Fools mad, cuz they
Women's rubbin' they *****,
They show me they ****,
Better believe I'll take a blitz,
Me and my crew got this,
You tell the temp, from the ice drippin'
Off of my wrist,


Now success crowded around me,
Feed the ecstasy, suddenly
Can't shake the potency,
Like Quincy,
Babygirl feeds me,
The pretty itty bitty kitty,
Tingly, got me feeling greedy,
Cuz I love the weight,
Or better yet the dough,
I know,
Cash on the floo, with liquor maxed out
Fo sho,
Delivers like a Tyson blow,
Repeat of my lyrics on a cycle,
Blasting on the radio,
High til it's cold in ya eye,
So why lie, I'll still try,
To get ya heart jumpin', pumpin'
Mad cells, as the crowds yell,
My name you know the game,
Is to be told, not sold,
Stay true to the ol skool principle,
Iceberg upcoming disciple,