| Uh, I kicks it with the and that Isaiah carry
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| One deep for life, I don’t know no woman I’ma marry
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| Tryna find myself bald-headed, never hairy
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| Ain’t afraid of nothin' but being broke, that’s so scary (Aha)
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| Comin' down South Main
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| Still rockin' Dickies, I ain’t in no ball mane
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| I report to nobody, I’m my own boss mane
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| Ain’t Walker, ain’t Sanchie, but I got the sauce mane
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| And I’m so Houston like that boy Gerald Green
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| Like fridges and Timmy Chan and a cup of codeine
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| Like Street Military just came with makin' this dream
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| Y’all sleepin' on me but I’m wide awake in this dream
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| We goin' up like a Rocket
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| Takin' off on you hoes
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| We keep on goin', we’re never stoppin'
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| Y’all already know how it goes
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| We goin' up like a Rocket
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| Can’t see the ground no mo
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| Instead of talkin' down, you should’ve stayed down
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| Now you can’t come around no more
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| South Side still holdin'
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| '84 Biarritz, they got they mouth wide open
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| Call up on a zippy, got that fire I’m hopin'
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| If it ain’t that loud and I can’t hear it, I ain’t smokin'
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| South Side, we roll on choppers
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| And North Side, we hold on choppers
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| When I’m rollin' up on that West Side
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| You know I got that thang on me
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| I’ll ride on that East Side, they call me cocaine homie
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| Fuck is I’m gon' change fo, always be the same homie
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| Reppin' Houston Texas with a trunk full of bang homie
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| We goin' up like a Rocket
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| Takin' off on you hoes
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| We keep on goin', we’re never stoppin'
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| Y’all already know how it goes
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| We goin' up like a Rocket
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| Can’t see the ground no mo
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| Instead of talkin' down, we should’ve stayed down
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| Now you can’t come around no more
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| We goin' up like a Rocket
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| Takin' off on you hoes
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| We keep on goin', we’re never stoppin'
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| Y’all already know how it goes
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| We goin' up like a Rocket
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| Can’t see the ground no mo
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| Instead of talkin' down, we should’ve stayed down
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| Now you can’t come around no more |