Yeah
Forever Trill
This What We Bout my Nigga
This where we come from
These Cars represent us where we from
These scars tell a story what we done
These diamonds show they ass how far we made it
Tattoos and T-shirts for all my niggas under payments
Round these parts it ain't the safest
To watch where you wrong nigga
Wrong street wrong time
Might just meet the wrong nigga
Young boys
Quick to pop ya ass till ya gone nigga
Here today tomorrow could be gone nigga
Round the clock
Walking down the block thats the paper chasers
My partner serves ya grinning
Say he ratted him from a snake
The sirens flash
Ain't no pleasure asking we hopping over gates
Where I'm from we born guilty
Blaming that's the fucking case
Pipe in my uncle face
Momma double shifting
Daddy must be a magician
Fuck nigga gone be missing
Pray for better days (Yeah)
Play the cars who was there
Till the end we work so hard for the wealth
Z-Ro: Homie we came to land
Yet them pants so wet coming down and we looking so good
Homie we came to land
I'ma be in my foreign and the birds are the motherfucking hood
Homie we came to land
We swanging and banging like BSG ride on GBE but homie we really be in these streets
We came to land
It be goin down round here look at all this money that rolling down round here
Fresh paint dripping off the frame nigga
40 pointers like LeBron James in it
We Hogs be choosing who name bigger
We lane switching trunk banging like Game nigga
Jugg game tough
The streets is dirty as a grave digger
Scammers got the cars now like motherfucker bank nigga
They don't need a loan
The active is gone but the red here the green here like God blessing all these drankshippers
Raised by the hood our minds will never be the same nigga just lost another partner jackings
Popped him like a painkiller
That money would corrupt to have these yungings going insane nigga
Whipping up that only dough
Shake the dice and throw them hoes
You niggas scheming
Windows down and they rolling slow
Hanging out like Copento
Laid down and know the code
Pill popping overdose
Codeine in a sotto cove
Bottom of the topeno
Prolly don't fuck doe
Homie we came to land
Yet them pants so wet coming down and we looking so good
Homie we came to land
I'ma be in my foreign and the birds are the motherfucking hood
Homie we came to land
We swanging and banging like BSG ride on GBE but homie we really be in these streets
We came to land
it be goin down round here look at all this money that we rolling down round here
Classic shit
We up in Houston
Forever Trill
Aye we gonna keep doing this shit my nigga
We ain't gonna never stop this Third Coast shit my nigga

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