[Intro]
(Ay Track, you ran off with this one)

[Verse 1: FCG Heem]
I don't wanna talk, when we was down you ain't call me for shit (Call me for shit)
The hood know I done made them, I'm tryna hide my wrist (Tryna hide my wrist)
See the grind but I ain't goin outside unless I got my blick (If I ain't got my blick)
And I can't tell them killers chill you can die by the choppa (You can die by the choppa)
Is gonna be a cold day in here (Cold day in here)
Lately I been puttin' in work but I wanna give my all as well (All as well)
Takin' flights to Cali I'm tryna bring back bullets through the mail (Tryna bring back bullets through the mail)
Fuck, I don't need nobody I'm gon do it all by myself (Do it all by myself)
Ima do it all (Do it all), yall niggas don't wanna ball (Wanna ball)
Thinkin bout Melly and Lil coop, I needa free my dawgs (Needa free my dawgs)
Ima do it all (Do it all), yall niggas don't wanna ball (Wanna ball)
Thinkin bout Melly and Lil coop, I needa free my dawgs (Needa free my dawgs)

[Chorus: YTB Trench & Rico Cartel]
Even though I signed a deal no I would never leave the block
And I got too much smoke for me to ever leave the Glock (Leave the Glock)
No I can''t leave it that's just me bein' honest (Bein honest)
I'm goin' up is you gonna stay or you comin'
And I can''t lie, young nigga got rich and all this shit be on my mind
Half a brick is shit, lil whip ain't pullin' shit I'm goin' high
I be with my brothers no new friends
I caught my shit, than bought my shit
It's still a step on any bitch (Step), ain't shit changed since I got rich
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