Italian ice representing duval

(Verse 1) Yeah, it’s Italian ice, got that flavor so nice, Duval in the mix, we rollin' like dice, Streetwise hustle, we grind in the heat, Chillin' with my crew, yeah, we bringin’ the beat. Cool treats in the sun, watch the block come alive, Sippin' on that lemonade, feel the vibe, From the East to the West, we’re reppin’ our town, Duval pride, never let the vibe drown. (Verse 2) Scoops on the corner, watch the kids run free, Taste of the streets, it’s a sweet symphony, Gelato dreams, livin' life on the edge, Italian ice flow, we’ll never pledge. In the concrete jungle, where the palm trees sway, We hustle for the flavor, every single day, From the hood to the beach, we keep it so real, Duval on the rise, yeah, that’s how we feel.(Verse 1) Yo, Tashee still on the grind, never lookin' back, Hustle in my veins, got the fire, feel the heat attack. Late nights, street lights, shadows in the dark, Chasin' dreams, stackin' schemes, ignitin' that spark. (Verse 2) Pavement's my canvas, paintin' visions so vivid, Life's a game of chess, every move, I’m committed. Heart of a lion, roar loud, can’t silence the sound, From the underground, watch me rise, I won’t back down. (Verse 3) Countin' every blessing, while I’m dodgin' the stress, Every setback’s a lesson, I’m just buildin' finesse. Grinding through the struggle, got that hunger in my eyes, Tashee on the rise, watch me claim my prize. (Verse 4) No sleep, no rest, just a hustle and flow, Keep it raw, keep it real, let the whole world know. From the bottom to the top, yeah, I’m grinding all day, Tashee still on the grind, ain’t no other way. or