Joey Cool, X-Raided - Iceberg lyrics

Yeah, it's Coolie yo
I hit you with the cold emoji
No emotion, acting like I'm frozen, homie
Chosen to be out here in the open, homie
You don't know me
I ain't much for comforting
So don't console me
Pass me that fedora right there by the Zippo
Please don't make this hard and
Let's go bout it simple
Let's be legendary, talking monumental
Talking highly mental
Apply pressure right there by the temple
Mobbing with the mobsters in the Windy
At Forest Park when I'm in Chicago city
We can shop on Michigan for Fendi
And all the hustlers in between
Got good and plenty
Big cold chilling, big swanking on 'em
Y'all should thank'em for it
Y'all been aching for a statement on'em


I hope it's resonating
Ain't no hating on 'em
I done went so cold that everywhere
I go I'm skating on 'em

Nigga, don't act like you ain't know
Oh oh oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll
Oh oh oh
(Let's go! Let's go)
You gon have to catch me on that road
Oh oh oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold
Oh oh oh
(Ha ha haha)
Cold blooded, nigga!

My temperature is Lakeshore in winter time
Ain't waiting for nobody else
To give me mine
I ain't see you with me
We was hunting meals
So you ain't sitting with me
When it's dinner time
Really tho
The nerve that you could
Think you're so deserving
I ain't with it so I'm curving
Everybody getting swerved
And I ain't saying that your purpose
Isn't real or isn't worth it
Your proposal here is lacking certain
Passion so it's curtains
Can't nobody hold me, Coolie cold about it
I make it difficult to ask you
What you know about it
While you being petty, salty
Acting like a hoe about it
You can cry a river, go around and
Build a float up out it
Hmm
I wonder why he act like
He don't give a shit
Tryna be the savage takes some practice
Please remember this
My level of acid isn't average
He's ridiculous
And he can be relentless in
His efforts towards his frigidness
Ah!

Nigga, don't act like you ain't know
Oh oh oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll
Oh oh oh
(Let's go! Let's go)
You gon have to catch me on that road
Oh oh oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold
Oh oh oh

They call me Nefarious X-Raided, yours truly
Kenyatta’s Revenge chilling with
(Iceberg Coolie, nigga)
Mobile mechanic
Everywhere I go I got that toolie
Kill a pigeon if Joey send me
The word that he a stoolie
Yeah
I be on my South Side Sac shit
That Ronald Regan 'War on Drugs'
'Paid In Full' crack shit
Gang banging, walking to the store
Better watch your back
Bitch
Assassins like Raymond Reddington
Have you on that Black List
Swank Sinatra sent me to paint ya block up
No gimmicks, No Limit
You gon need a tank to stop us
(uhhh)
I’m a Master with P’s
The Kane gets chopped up
I got keys, ounces and G’s
We slanging it wet or rocked up
Used to be Levi’s and khaki suit's
Now we in three pieces
Paid college tuition for two
Nephews and three nieces
Bought the property, fuck a mortgage payment
Who needs leases
We the leaders
Pressing the line like starch
And clean creases
(Bloc)

Nigga, don't act like you ain't know
Oh oh oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll
Oh oh oh
(Let's go! Let's go)
You gon have to catch me on that road
Oh oh oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold
Oh oh oh
(Ha ha haha)

Iceberg Coolie, nigga