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Verse 1) I’m ridin’ through the city, got that heat up on my lap, YoungBoy in the zone, never catch me in a trap, Real ones by my side, we don’t ever fold or bend, Stackin’ all this paper, yeah, we grindin’ ‘til the end. Enemies lurkin’, but they know we stay alert, Came up from the bottom, now they see me in my shirt, Diamonds on my neck, yeah, they shine just like my grind, Countin’ up the digits, got that hustle on my mind. (Verse 2) Late nights, early mornings, always puttin’ in the work, If you want it, gotta take it, ain’t no time for bein’ hurt, Street life taught me lessons, every move I make is real, Heart cold as ice, but my spirit’s full of zeal. Keep it on the low, but they know just who we are, Ridin’ with the team, we gon’ take it way too far, Never switchin’ sides, loyalty’s the code we keep, In this drill life, man, we play for keeps.