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Queenzilla
- Yeah, it’s Icy Rain…
- Steppin' heavy through your city like a legend in heels.
- They wanted a monster —
- So I came out the mud with a crown and a grill.
- I’m a beast in Dior, Glock tucked in the clutch,
- Ain’t a b***h in my lane, I be doin’ too much.
- From the gutter, where the roaches ran tags on the rug,
- Now it’s marble in the loft, but I still show love.
- Hood made, hood raised, never switch codes,
- Turn a soft chick savage when the streets froze.
- I was servin' out the Civic with the bass low,
- Now it's foreigns in the driveway —that’s peso.
- Talk slick? Better back it with a weapon,
- I done seen real killers turn rats in a second.
- I don’t bend, I don’t break, I correct it —
- Turn pain into power, now the whole block respect it.
- Came from the bottom with nothin
- ’but struggle and hunger,
- I flipped it and turned it to thunder,
- Now when I talk, they gon’ stutter,
- I move like a ghost through the gutter, no wonder.
- Haters be speakin' in whispers,
- I make 'em regret every word when I run up.
- I don’t do talkin', I do the deliverin’,
- queen in the jungle, no fear in the summer.
- Click clack with the wrist back, flip that,
- Got a whole empire off a diss track.
- Real ones in the trap, no chit chat,
- Got goons that'll move when I blink fast.
- Been cold since the sandbox, been locked,
- Came home, and I bossed up ten spots.
- Now I make a hundred thou off screenshots,
- Independent, still ball like a big shot.
- No deal, no chain, just grit in my vein,
- Got heat like the tip of a flame.
- I don’t follow, I lead, I don’t beg, I bleed,
- Turn loss into gold in the rain.
- Tell the label they can keep they advance,
- I own mine, got the game in a stance.
- Made a throne out the pain and the plans,
- Now I dance with the wolves in France.
- Queenzilla —pressure never made me break,
- Turn the pain into power, now they all awake.
- Still roll with the wolves that don’t hesitate,
- Icy Rain in the storm —elevate.
- Queenzilla —I stomp when I come through,
- Ice veins, fire tongue, what you gon' do?
- Whole hood know the name when I slide thru,
- Crown heavy, but I wear it like a drive thru.
- Queenzilla —Icy Rain been official,
- One glare, turn a opp to a crystal.
- War paint on with a bomb in the pistol,
- If it’s beef, we can light it like a missile.
- I’m the voice of the ghetto with a echo in gold,
- Used to write my own raps over pots on the stove.
- Now my pen write checks and the merch get sold,
- And my name ring bells like a church on the stroll.
- They was sleepin’ on the queen, I just let ‘em snore,
- Now I’m front page news, sittin' top floor.
- Every L was a step, every step war —
- Now it’s champagne spills on a marble floor.
- I been loyal to the struggle, got stripes for it,
- Real pain, no cap —got life for it.
- Every bar that I spit got fight in it,
- You can feel the whole hood when I write in it.
- Queenzilla —I stomp when I come through,
- Ice veins, fire tongue, what you gon' do?
- Whole hood know the name when I slide thru,
- Crown heavy, but I wear it like a drive thru.
- Queenzilla —Icy Rain been official,
- One glare, turn a opp to a crystal.
- War paint on with a bomb in the pistol,
- If it’s beef, we can light it like a missile.
- This ain’t rap, this survival on a rhythm…
- I ain’t just steppin' —I’m shiftin' the system.
- Name’s Icy Rain —Queen of the Storm.
- And I ain’t never ask permission to perform.
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