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Sip sippin tha barre

Grippin tha grain

I got 17 karrots in my piece and chains

Ya'll open a map and take a trip down south

Come on over to huston,texas welcome to the swisha house

It's the land of the trill

Coming straight out the block

I got my mind on my hustle

Im tyrna make it to the top

So I put in work and stack at night

Determination is all I got

On the grind I sceme and plot

Whatever it takes to raise my stock

Im breaking bread out here try to survive

On my new water with these sharks prayin I stay alive

Im putting up numbers like garnett on that 610 south

Aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south

This here that people's champ talk

This the expressions of a g

And ima be chasin after them g's until I R.I.P.

Its paul wall baby

What it do be bangin screws since '92

Pat pat,lil kee kee,funky hawk and the rest of the crew

So whos next on that plex

Im flippin slab and weavin hood

Wit screens hanging down from the roof im ballin like a real playa should im

They got you thinking huston,texas the home of david carr

But really its candy paint playas sippin on barre

Take a ride wit a star straight outta that loone star state

Lil michael watched the train and told me I gotta hold my weight

Motovation is the key when you moving them keys

Entropenuaters out the game outta

The 713

See one of the keys to my success

I switched up like rick maddox

While maintaining my composings to become one of the baddest

I stick to the g code in my el g'est clothes

While im tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doors

I buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the past

Prayin to god I stay flow just to make this hustle last

Its prime time im obeying the laws

While my life is on trial

Im tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smile

Its all work and no play while im out here punching in clock

Its hustlemania out here grinding on the block im tryna ball baby

From the 3rd coast trenches where the killers don't think

Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink

These lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a g

But im squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me

Its g's up and marks down when im making my round

While im up in nyc with dipset we shutting it down

Shouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coast

While im on the block grinin tryna hold my post

Im glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste

Im iced out like frozen food

Sippin on the ski taste

Im moving time on my grind

It aint no time for playing games

Thats why I hustle 25/8 acumulating

This change

I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin good

Bustin time thats my hood gettin money is understood

Im on the hustle baby all night and all day

100 d up in my safe

Safe to say that boy is paid