Ice Cream (freestyle) Lyrics - Meek Mill

The revolution shall be televised 

This year it's all about us so fuck the other side 

Gotta get killed on camera for us to come alive 

Well shit we dead already from all this homicide 

In my cell hangin' from a rope 

When you get less time for rape than for sellin' dope 

When you get the same time for dope that you do a murder 

Innocent 'til guilty, guilty the verdict 

Before you even started that Harley, no we ain't notice 

Cause we was goin' to war with ourselves over that coca 

And they was tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains 

Couldn't get no service and our families couldn't service us 

Fightin' a silent war with a silencer 

Like racin' a Lamborghini with a Challenger 

And the feds gon' follow us 

Label us as terrorists and then they drop bombs on us 

And we turn to media, they lie to us 

Nobody really speakin' on them courtrooms that bodied us 

Labeled us as hooligans, we trappin' and we movin' it 

Kids barely eatin' at that table with that tuna fish 

Back to lunchtime, I'ma order the noodle dish 

Dinner time I was on the corner, me and Lucifer 

Who you s'posed to call when the cops the ones shootin' you? 

Nobody 

Talked to the Shmurdas and I told 'em keep their head up 

And when you touch down, stay focused and get your bread up 

Cause when you're gettin' to it the people be gettin' fed up 

They buildin' brand new jails for us, don't make your bed up 

Use your head, dog, and beware 

Certain niggas just ain't good for you dont bring them near ya 

I'm young, black, and I get money, my swag serious 

America's worst nightmare, I'm what they're scared of 

Fresh back home, they had to sit me down 

I come back home, they talkin' Nicki now? 

I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds 

And for my walkthroughs it cost 60 pounds 

Of Sour D, Hollywood, I should be 

But that hood shit bring the hood out of me 

I be on the 'gram like I hit the lottery 

Buyin' every car, every house I see, tryna be 

A gangsta, I was tryna be a king 

You're tryna score a point, I was tryna get a ring 

Couple niggas got happy, heard I was in the bink 

'Til they let me out my cell, I jumped right up in that sink 

Balenciaga red interior, they're inferior 

I made a couple milli in jail, I'm dead serious 

Monkey ass hoes like George and head curious 

Flow so wavy man I should've been an aquarius 

I'm talkin' to Hov on the jail call 

Get so many letters that they thinkin' it's mail fraud 

When I fell on the money they said that I fell off 

We got like, 6 mansions, 12 lofts 

3 condos, any apartments? Hell naw 

Just all penthouses, nigga I've been 'bout it 

Gets in, gets out it, like it's a robbery 

I came up from the bottom and ain't no stoppin' me 

Nigga 

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