Lyrics:
Of something powerful and real
We developed a kind of generalized anxiety
It was as if the thousands of years of
Feeling fear in the face of nature
Could not go
that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick anyone of the "who's who's", I got .22s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
but we not makin' no G's
And that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's
brake
pay the cost to be boss, lookin good when i floss
Sunshine let it down , turn it up incline
Roll around hit your block drunk gone or not
Let it up ,
Will crumble underneath my feet PELIOS
Verse: 3
Live from the Nawfside
Upper Echelon talent takeover vibe
I’m Not a Rapper I’m a mutated Demi God
lies not in just staying alive
But in finding something to live for - Dostoevsky
I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown.
Yeah, LA to Houston shit for real
Uh, Give a fuck what you talkin bout
Boy Act wild get called out
Act tough get stomped out
Got it off the skill baby not
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
Don't give me degeneration
Give me true communication
Don't give me sorrow
I want equal opportunity
To live
I'm from Houston so I get high like astronaut
I'm not in no band but when I pop out you know we gon rock
Get the money swift like Taylor
I could Skip
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
Truth
Speak of confession before God
Ask for forgiveness, Man
But not from Me
Kneel for the Maker
I can't
The wings don't allow for kneeling
It's a design
think about two three places duck off
Get low if it’s hot on my side
I been thinking about you laying out on my king size bed from the back switching
they copy my flow?
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to Five-O (Trapaholics Mixtapes)
We don't t-t-talk,
as saying nothing was wrong
How could we not notice a tender touch turned cold
It takes time to build a callous thick enough
I was halfway to Houston
By
keep these Mob Ties on me
Not a single bad vibe on me
Fire on me just incase he try to try it on me
I had to T' up I had to go up
When im in Houston you
with me, that's what it is
[Hook]
[Chamillionaire]
Houston been doing it back, since Screwed Up rap wasn't rap
Now Chamillionaire is back, to put that
diamonds on my neck look like fluid (drip)
I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it (3)
I'm throwin' up the north 'cause that is my hood (North)
flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
Houston we've had a problem
Which Universe will you choose today
Choose Your Reality
Where Would You Rather Be
Options are 1 Thru 3
Wake Up
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
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