Frederick Miller - Ice Cream #TrekGang freestyle lyrics

[Intro: F. Mills] Unh, let's go [Verse 1: F. Mills] f** her I moved out to Cali on her I don't shop worth sh**, but still styling on her Broke hearts nah f** it I bogart Feelings they'll slow you down Now my drive is like 4 cars I can't stop now mama You the one that gave me the style Can't break down mama You the one that saved me a thou I'm outta town mama Sleeping in my car I was broke She didn't follow I choked I couldn't sleep I was woke Staring at the stars who am I regarded as I tell em I'm a God But they. label me a sorry a** They only know apart so the, full view is foggy as That new roof, dreaming bout that blue coupe Call me a** I was hurting for minute now I'm back up sh** it's just me, no she, no back up But it's Trek, so its we, all team, tote the slack up My discipline is mean, so my purpose is just to stack up Short so I pack up This journey been long Tears falling in the car while I'm writing a couple songs If I don't get this off Then I'm running up in some homes Music be therapeutic I'm silencing all phones Darkening up the room I'm a**uming They all gone Look around they just bobbing they heads all in a zone I'm Fred I spit, they scared Aww sh** see red Chicago sh** I'll go To the head, instead of Dealing with soldiers I'm shouldering more than I s'pose ta Feeling naked without it I'm used to it being holstered Now my whole lane is clear so I'm itching to get a poster Out here without no fear and I'm looking like I'm s'pose ta Clean Whole style now mean Tote pounds,Yao Ming I'm a loner and that's fine by me I been driving on these roads from the South out East I been driving on these hoes while they ride on me Please f** hoes getting head just a product of it I was divvying funds With or without a budget I can work with what I got, flip it out of nothing Most n***as hard act, but they full of stuffing Last year felt like a waste of my f**ing time See I was busy tryna build what ain't really mine See I was working in that field really on that grind See she ain't speak on what she feel and what was on her mind See she ain't give me no appeal felt like fed time I was thinking us, she was thinking where mine Only for herself sh** I was all about the team Planning for the future, I was all about the dream Felt like I was set up, caught up in a sting f** it now I'm fed up, its time to do me The f** was I thinking back in 2013? Should've just ignored her when she re-followed me, I'm gone Excuse me for my eruptive tone Started moving all my clothes, disrupting my home f**ing blocked me on Twitter even blocked me on phone Couldn't get a f**ing answer, all she said was she gone Cold hearted where it started regardless I been departed Feeling like I'm a target A sergeant plus I'm an artist Hardest I go the farthest I'm all this plus I'm involved with, talking sh** I'm evolving I'm parking this, I'm a solve it n***a