Heart On Ice Pack - Remix

*Futurewave*
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Uh, Still got the raw I ain't world touring
Rocking Greg Lauren, Blowing weed smoke out the foreign
In the building pressing E pills afford rent
Need a transport I use my broad and her friend
Couple niggas salty as fuck, they hate the fact I'm making waves, Tried to duplicate the blueprint got sacked on the play
Stay out my way you'll get left slumped like Arty Clay
Wasting mad studio time on that garbage you make
Fuck you artist God my target is a large estate, new Ferrari car, Garlic steamed lobsters on the plate
Pockets swell got clientele from my block to outer state
The forty knock a organ outcha body leave you sloppy
Make money fast cause it coming like that
Tracy bought a two for thirty hit it once and said she coming right back
Can't trust none of these motherfuckers keep a nice gat
Blood full of fire and my heart on icepack
Whatever you and your squad think you are, I'm twice that
Bring the work out to Long Island they paying twice that
Piece of brillo in a rock where the end of the pipe at
And light that, they like that
Lately that's where my life at

[Verse 2: Mooch]
Yo, uh
My shit voodoo, nigga you know my style, bout to break it down in plastic and pass it off to the crowd
Jump, serve the junkie right on the mattress she wore a gown
I'm riding in the town, caught giving work to the town
Mooch a different makeup, fuck up her makeup on the wakeup
The sizzlin' heat burning her cheeks like a Steak-Umm
I'm smellin' a fake thug you probably got a pay stub
Who's the type of nigga to buy a brick using straight Dubs
You a straight [?] But twenty probably got same blood
You not a shooter your niggas choosing the same gun
We both dope but I'm saying we not the same drug
We don't walk the streets and the people give us the same hugs
Bet I strap ya mans like a bitch these OJ gloves
Hit you with the bar you busy trying to raise one
Crystals on the cocaine shining bright like a ray gun
Yo yo, don't get shot with the same one. (nigga)