Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.
With a nice vanilla cream
It's roc nation, this my team
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"
Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream
Pop in a movie and now you dont wanna watch it cause you want an ice cream
But... what's oreo without the cream?
Be the king, that was part of my dream
I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
You're fucking with me, nigga
Ice cream or vanilla,
Oh, mama got a visa
Stuck on the cream like bavaria
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