[Verse 1]

They say they want me locked up or dead in the dirt

They got me ballin' spendin' dollars tryin' to get me off erk

Cause me and my cold click we come real shit, we got to work

And money ain't a thing, we dealin' with change and them first

And at the worst can get I lost a punk bitch

I dumped that the folks tryin' to get at some bullshit

Who said we gay, who said us niggas don't play

Menace City and the PB niggas is a un-soft case

And if ya niggas got something to say

Bitch ass niggas we don't play

Say it in my face, if it's negative talk game

And positively I let the glock ring man

We don't bang, we get bitch niggas out the lane

Before the next motherfuckin' lane cross game

Or try to sprinkle salt on these young niggas name

That's why we makin' a statement, fuck everything



[Hook x2]

In Fillmoe, Fillmoe we don't play

Fillmoe it goes down every day

In Fillmoe, where every man stacks pay

Fillmoe, only the strong survive man



[Verse 2]

It's time for action, my main focus is only the stackin'

Stuck in this ghetto habitat without a way out

We ghetto platinum and no doubt ya get addicted to the street life

Hustlin' heavy tryin' to duck and dodge from three strikes

Caution cause niggas is shady from here to Boston

Sometimes flossin' talk shit behind ya back often

I spit the truth in every line that I speak

It's hard times nigga, get your's cause I'ma get mine completely

From city to city and coast to coast

We man-made ghetto stars that y'all bitches wanna toast to

Y'all can't even come close to, we larger than life

Don't dare to step up to this squad here, it's lonely after midnight



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

It's all hypee, knowin' these suckers never liked me

Rather see me in a jail cell with a federal indictment

Nigga, copyin' mafia on my own two

When I come through ride for the West, we all up on you

Ya whole crew, hate and despise when they look through the eyes

Of this real one, rushed through the dirt and pulled him out

And that's for real son

Never be at rest and that a lesson

When the beef hit and when ya get that ya get the blessin'

That's round talk, when shit get thick we see who sticks

And half of the click jump ship and straight split

Ice in the grip, they sell you out of yo location

Ya set back, wakin' ya up with home invasion



[Hook x2]