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[Intro: Blade Brown] Okay, okay Okay, okay Okay, okay [Hook: Blade Brown] Don't shot for nobody, got my own line And when the packs done, you know it's hometime And when the beef's on, you know I load mine And I don't borrow mashes, got my own nine Lights, Camera, Action. Showtime These niggas talk racks but I show mine And I'm a Trapstar like the clothes line My last block was a goldmine [Verse 1: Blade Brown] Reminiscing to them broke times I swear I was on a slow grind Till' my nigga told me hold nine I told him I'll get it gone in no time Chillin' with this bitch and she so fine She sniffing coke lines looking like a goal-line I hit it twice then its hometime I don't shot for nobody, got my own line Whipping up, you know it's stove time Nittys love my food so they smoke mine Made 50 thousand off the dope line And my blocks no entry like the road sign Got a 100 niggas that I'll co sign Got 1000 grams but I won't consign Not your average joe, I'm on my Joe Grind Hit studio in my own time [Hook: Blade Brown] [Verse 2: Mental K] Moncler jacket got me so fly At the top its just us so why I'm so high Big mac 10 will make your soul fly And if I press on the button then your souls mine Done a little dirt up in 09' Now the feds are tryna' nick me for some old crimes Undercovers, tryna' scope I That's why I never talk on the phone line Standing on the strip likes there's no sometime Graveyard shift, it's been a cold night Intent to supply and I promote mines With that dirty dark and that coke white You say that girl is yours but that ho's mine She knows I'm on job and she blows mine And I'ma keep talking shit through the whole rhymes Through the whole night [Verse 3: SDG] The screw buss my door, said it's hometime (bail) Feds tryna' lock me down for my whole life (it's bait) Give me that black four fizzy or that chrome nine I'll put that target on your jacket like its Stone Is (Stone Island) They say I move hot for a cold guy I got zombies on my line and they won't die It's a full time struggle, not part time You can't move soft with your hard line I was rocking that mickey back in 09' Now they sniffing my gs, I got a dope line Like RnB, they got a slow grind No cell site trace on my phone line These bitches like 'oh my'? They be patting on their pussy when I roll by You can see Hitler when I slow drive German coupe, I look so fly [Hook: Blade Brown]