Iowa's A.G. - Imma Confess (feat. D Young)

I don’t got ice on my neck, I don’t got ice on my wrist
But I’m still rollin 22s in a Chevy Impala Ss
Still dress to impress beats made by the best
Got somethin to say get it off ya chest
Got the burner I ain’t ever gonna stress
Yes imma confess
I don’t got ice on my neck, I don’t got ice on my wrist
But I’m still rollin 22s in a Chevy Impala Ss
Still dress to impress beats made by the best
Got somethin to say get it off ya chest
Got the burner I ain’t ever gonna stress
Yes imma confess
I ain’t even got a vest
I ain’t someone you should test
Imma shoot I won’t miss
I got the 30 round clips
I don’t even rap like this but I ain’t lying all the business
You better come w some bars
Before you-Before you tell me who’s winnin
My homie D Young gonna get it
17 wit a strap on a mission
In the Stu like we up in the kitchen
Cookin the beat while we eatin prescriptions
But we some-But we some broke white boys
We gonna do everything just to get it
Flippin gutters the mfn business
Stackin the bread to the sky on you bitchs
I gotta-I gotta get me some fixns
Hungry as fuck but I’m missin some dishes
Nice checks but I’m still missin digits
Tryna cook but I need some more chickens
I gotta get me a mention
Take me straight to the cash shit,
I wanna new whip goin fast fast
Then I’m doin the dash bitch
I don’t got ice on my neck, I don’t got ice on my wrist
But I’m still rollin 22s in a Chevy Impala Ss
Still dress to impress beats made by the best
Got somethin to say get it off ya chest
Got the burner I ain’t ever gonna stress
Yes imma confess
I don’t got ice on my neck, I don’t got ice on my wrist
But I’m still rollin 22s in a Chevy Impala Ss
Still dress to impress beats made by the best
Got somethin to say get it off ya chest
Got the burner I ain’t ever gonna stress
Yes imma confess
All these dudes just rockin all these chains tell me who better
Chasing all that bread and I’m chasing all that chedda
Being broke for so long really got me fed up
N Heads always down in the Stu I keep my head up
Take-take-take on the main event I’ll just be the one to step up
Man I’m droppin missiles and I’m bout to blow the fuck up
I’m making my name but it just takes time to build up
And you don’t know my pain so don’t tell me that I feel ya
Ain’t-ain’t-ain’t from Pittsburgh to eat you know that I’m a Steeler
Never really Kaepernick but broski you the kneeler
Said I ain’t gon shoot he don’t know imma killa
And dancin like I’m Michael but I’m livin in a thrilla
I don’t got ice on my neck, i don’t got ice on my wrist
But I’m still rollin 22s in a Chevy Impala Ss
Still dress to impress beats made by the best
Got somethin to say get it off ya chest
Got the burner I ain’t ever gonna stress
Yes imma confess
I don’t got ice on my neck, i don’t got ice on my wrist
But I’m still rollin 22s in a Chevy Impala Ss
Still dress to impress beats made by the best
Got somethin to say get it off ya chest
Got the burner I ain’t ever gonna stress
Yes imma confess

Written by:
Aaron Gheer, David Nolen

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