BLACK ICE (INTRO) Video (MV)

When I was ten
I felt ashamed
I felt alone
I used to be picked on
And the nights that I cried
Wanted to go home
So I made a beat
I made wave
Now I'm in my zone
All of these words
All of these thoughts
They all in my dome
And that's when I picked up a pen
I tore out a sheet
I picked up a phone
I listened to Chance
I listened to Dot
I listened to Cole
I listen to God
Cuz he know that things get out of control
He told me don't stop
Cuz' you bout to get it
And you on a roll
When I was ten
I made a name, and I made a label
I wanna make music, cuz I know I'm willing
And I know I'm able
CD's in my backpack
I handed out tapes
So people would know me
And now they know Frostbyt3
They don't know John, cuz' that was the old me
Now all of these people
Think that they own me
They don't control me
All of these snakes and all of these fakes
And all of these phonies
Y'all got no substance
If y'all want the meat
Then get you a hoagie
Rappers be learning from me
Like they be Anakin
I be Kenobi
Yeah, yeah
Y'all ready?
Yeah
Y'all ready?
Winter you all bout' to witness
I been working like physical fitness
Fake ones been all on my hit list
And my music my gift like it's Christmas
Now they be all in my business
And these rappers gon' try to forget this
Screw up now they want forgiveness
Man they screw up now they want for--
Hol up
I be on top
I be the boy on block
Whether you like it not
You gon' get hit with the breeze
I'm watching you freeze
And I'll put you right in your spot
I was boy
Now I be the man
And I got the world in the palm of my hand
And I got a plan
And I put it in work
Now all of my people they going bezerk
I had to work from my piggybank
Nowadays they want to piggyback
I make music with no strings attached
Get my money, count it in the back
Easy money, easy cheese
No wonder these rappers do it with ease
So I gotta put on my coat and my gloves
And I gotta roll up the sleeves
I know they want me to fail
I know they want me to slip
I know they want me fall
I'm never losing my grip
Weatherman told me the forecast
That's how I know y'all in trouble
I'm bout' to winter your season up
You better go grab you a shovel!
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