Frozen
R.Chris Lyrics


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Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
I ain't into chain snatchin' ain't into smackin' a wife
Fan supportin' don't never askin' the price
If you new you can't afford it you better askin' advice
Stick to the point if I ever had me a night
Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe
But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
They criticizing the lyrics 'cause everybody's a critic, look
I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I use it to push my pen in then add it in to the premise hook
Y'all, still talk about it and I still live it
Underground without a shovel and still dig it
It's always been about the struggle y'all just didn't get it
My hood trouble if y'all don't live it then don't visit

Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chiseled and frost
Make money maintainin' build me a train
Rollin' buddha ice cooler Grey Goose and the big Ruger
Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chiseled and frost
Make money maintainin' build me a train
Rollin' buddha ice cooler Grey Goose and the big Ruger

Color me bad, face in merge blood in the bath
Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
Ugly villains, hunchback, guns for the killin'
Suit and case FBI planted bug on the millions
Shootouts, hang clouts on the train ride
Mafias, assassins, cocaine is inside
Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
Movin' in static, through traffic, the hot spots call the dragon
His head is bald, enemies of all, his hands are claws
Cigar is lit targets are hit
His broad is fit with the largest tits
Through the fog they sit
Helicopters over Nicaragua, scoop for dollars
Dig for lobster, the zoo of tigers
Piss and jaguars, the bets, Nascar, threats
Nasa, fools wear wires, shooters was hired

Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chiseled and frost
Make money maintainin' build me a train
Rollin' buddha ice cooler Grey Goose and the big Ruger
Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chiseled and frost
Make money maintainin' build me a train
Rollin' buddha ice cooler Grey Goose and the big Ruger

Like the Shaolin astoundin' pound grounds like groundings
Bouncin' be the largest nigga pounds or ounces
Well rounded like Persif, my verses birth inertia
Converge, surge, hurt and burn ya
Philosophical spit particle sun chronicle
Known to bust a clip and swift kick without your opticals
In the hop or two I spit particles follicles written
Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
Wrist samurai, glamorize strikes cleaner than sanatize
You fantasize real could show it more if I Panama
Bronx symphony stomp lyrically, chomp diss emceees
Burn my, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
Feelin' me, said you feelin' me you niggas feel the heat
Braveheart and you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
Marvel, marvelous my art is bliss
If you ain't the nicest you a target bitch, Chris

We the first niggas that did that shit I don't give a fuck what nobody say

Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chiseled and frost
Make money maintainin' build me a train
Rollin' buddha ice cooler Grey Goose and the big Ruger
Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chiseled and frost




Make money maintainin' build me a train
Rollin' buddha ice cooler Grey Goose and the big Ruger

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to R.Chris's song "Frozen" depict a gritty and underground lifestyle while also highlighting the artist's dedication to his craft. The opening lines express his indifference towards material possessions such as fashion or expensive jewelry. He distances himself from violence against women and emphasizes the importance of fan support. R.Chris stresses the value of seeking advice when it comes to making financial decisions and warns that if you can't afford something, it's better to ask for guidance rather than pretending to be someone you're not. He asserts his individuality and authenticity by stating that he stays true to himself and his music, even in the face of criticism.


The second verse delves deeper into the darker aspects of the underground life. References to drugs, violence, and criminal activities are present throughout. The lyrics paint a vivid image of a dangerous world where money is earned through illegal means. R.Chris uses descriptive language, depicting scenes of shootouts, FBI surveillance, and criminal organizations. The verses also touch on the allure of wealth, with mentions of expensive alcohol and luxurious lifestyles. Despite the glamour associated with this lifestyle, R.Chris doesn't glorify it, as he acknowledges the struggle and turmoil that exist in his neighborhood. He ends the song by asserting his skill as an artist, claiming that his lyrics are potent and that he is a force to be reckoned with.


Overall, "Frozen" explores the juxtaposition between the harsh realities of street life and the dedication and passion for music that drives R.Chris.


Line by Line Meaning

Music is life I ain't in to fashion or ice
I prioritize music over material possessions like fashion or expensive jewelry


I ain't into chain snatchin' ain't into smackin' a wife
I don't engage in violence or abusive behavior towards women


Fan supportin' don't never askin' the price
I appreciate my fans and don't focus on the financial gain


If you new you can't afford it you better askin' advice
If you're unfamiliar with something and can't afford it, seek guidance from someone knowledgeable


Stick to the point if I ever had me a night
I stay focused and don't get distracted if I have an opportunity to shine


Y'all gas better hope I don't ever have me a light
You should hope I don't become successful and overshadow you


Meth, not the type for doin' the pipe
I don't use drugs like methamphetamine


But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it right
When you listen to my music, you can feel the authenticity and quality


You know I spit it but hate to love to admit it
People recognize my talent but may not want to openly acknowledge it


They criticizing the lyrics 'cause everybody's a critic, look
People are quick to criticize my lyrics because everyone thinks they have better taste


I push the limit while rappers is pushing gimmicks
I challenge boundaries while other rappers resort to using cheap tactics


I use it to push my pen in then add it in to the premise hook
I incorporate the struggles I face into my music and it becomes the foundation of my work


Y'all, still talk about it and I still live it
People still discuss my experiences and I continue to live through them


Underground without a shovel and still dig it
I thrive in the underground music scene and embrace it without needing external validation


It's always been about the struggle y'all just didn't get it
My music has always revolved around the hardships I've faced, even if people didn't fully understand


My hood trouble if y'all don't live it then don't visit
The neighborhood I come from is dangerous, so if you don't know what it's like, don't come around


Most of us poppin' pain sellin' drugs in the rain
A majority of people in my community resort to illegal activities and substance abuse to cope


I don't sweat money, neck chiseled and frost
I don't prioritize wealth, but instead focus on my craft and personal style


Make money maintainin' build me a train
I earn money by staying dedicated to my career and building my own path


Rollin' buddha ice cooler Grey Goose and the big Ruger
I enjoy indulging in luxury items and living a lavish lifestyle, sometimes with the presence of weapons


Color me bad, face in merge blood in the bath
I embrace a rebellious and dangerous image, with a hint of violence


Switchblade, quick raid, drugs on the glass
I carry weapons, engage in criminal activities, and do drugs


Ugly villains, hunchback, guns for the killin'
My associates and I are not attractive in appearance, but we carry guns for the purpose of violence


Suit and case FBI planted bug on the millions
The FBI planted listening devices on the large sum of money I possess


Shootouts, hang clouts on the train ride
Gunfights and confrontations occur frequently during my travels on the train


Mafias, assassins, cocaine is inside
I am associated with criminal organizations and participate in drug trafficking


Fat man with the pinky ring laughin'
An overweight man adorned with a flashy ring finds amusement in the criminal activities


Movin' in static, through traffic, the hot spots call the dragon
I navigate through dangerous situations and areas, attracting attention and causing chaos


His head is bald, enemies of all, his hands are claws
A powerful and feared individual with a bald head, capable of causing harm with his hands


Cigar is lit targets are hit
While smoking a cigar, successful missions are carried out and targets are eliminated


His broad is fit with the largest tits
He is accompanied by a woman who has a curvaceous figure and large breasts


Through the fog they sit
They remain calm and composed despite challenging circumstances


Helicopters over Nicaragua, scoop for dollars
Helicopters hover above Nicaragua, engaging in illicit activities for financial gain


Dig for lobster, the zoo of tigers
I search for valuable possessions, including rare items and encounters with dangerous individuals


Piss and jaguars, the bets, Nascar, threats
I engage in reckless behaviors, including provoking dangerous animals and participating in high-stakes betting and racing


Nasa, fools wear wires, shooters was hired
Even highly regarded individuals and organizations can be corrupt, and people can be manipulated and controlled


Like the Shaolin astoundin' pound grounds like groundings
Similar to Shaolin monks, I deliver powerful and impactful performances


Bouncin' be the largest nigga pounds or ounces
I am a physically imposing individual who possesses great strength and presence


Well rounded like Persif, my verses birth inertia
My verses are well-crafted and possess a natural momentum and power


Converge, surge, hurt and burn ya
Through my music, I bring people together, create a surge of energy, and provoke strong emotions


Philosophical spit particle sun chronicle
My lyrical content contains deep philosophical ideas and explores various aspects of the human experience


Known to bust a clip and swift kick without your opticals
I am skilled in both physical combat and verbal attacks, catching my opponents off guard


In the hop or two I spit particles follicles written
In a short period of time, I deliver intricate and powerful verses


Punches hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff
My punches, both figurative and literal, leave a lasting impact and ignite a sense of enjoyment


Wrist samurai, glamorize strikes cleaner than sanitize
My wrist movements are quick and precise, resembling those of a skilled samurai, adding an element of glamor to my performances


You fantasize real could show it more if I Panama
While you may fantasize about being real, I can demonstrate true authenticity, like the country of Panama


Bronx symphony stomp lyrically, chomp diss emceees
I dominate the rap scene in the Bronx, delivering powerful and impactful lyrics, leaving other emcees in awe


Burn my, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies
I have no sympathy for my competitors and wouldn't waste my time acknowledging them


Feelin' me, said you feelin' me you niggas feel the heat
If you appreciate my music, you can feel the intensity and passion within it


Braveheart and you leave departed like Hawk's enemies
I possess the bravery and determination of a Braveheart warrior, causing my enemies to flee or meet their demise


Marvel, marvelous my art is bliss
My art and music are extraordinary and bring a sense of joy and happiness


If you ain't the nicest you a target bitch, Chris
If you don't possess exceptional skill in the rap game, I consider you a target for my lyricism and competition


We the first niggas that did that shit I don't give a fuck what nobody say
I don't care about others' opinions; we were the pioneers who revolutionized the rap scene




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Christopher Rios, Clifford Smith, Ronald Maurice Bean, Walter Reed

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