Yo, it’s Italian ice on the mic, so chill, Cold like the streets, got the heat, can’t stand still. Drippin’ with flavor,

Yo, it’s Italian ice on the mic, so chill, Cold like the streets, got the heat, can’t stand still. Drippin’ with flavor, yeah, I’m servin’ that dream, Sippin’ on success, hear the hustle and the scheme. From the corner to the block, I’m the voice of the truth, Got my eyes on the prize, never slippin’ in the booth. Life’s a canvas, I paint it with my pain and my pride, Every verse a reflection, every line a wild ride. Stackin’ wisdom like dollars, I’m rich in my mind, In this game of survival, I’m the rarest you’ll find. With the spirit of a warrior, I’m ready for the fight, Keep your head up, stay focused, it’s my time to ignite. Feel the rhythm of the struggle, hear the beat of my heart, From the shadows to the spotlight, I’m playin’ my part. A legacy in the makin’, can’t stop, won’t fall, Italian ice on the mic, I’m ready to ball.