[Chorus:]
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Sip sippin tha barre
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Grippin tha grain
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I got 17 karrots in my piece and chains [repeat 4x]
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[Verse 1:]
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Ya'll open a map and take a trip down south
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Come on over to huston,texas welcome to the swisha house
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It's the land of the trill
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Coming straight out the block
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I got my mind on my hustle
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Im tyrna make it to the top
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So I put in work and stack at night
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Determination is all I got
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On the grind I sceme and plot
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Whatever it takes to raise my stock
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Im breaking bread out here try to survive
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On my new water with these sharks prayin I stay alive
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Im putting up numbers like garnett on that 610 south
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Aint nothing soft about my block 'cept the packs of the south
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This here that people's champ talk
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This the expressions of a g
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And ima be chasin after them g's until I R.I.P.
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Its paul wall baby
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What it do be bangin screws since '92
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Pat pat,lil kee kee,funky hawk and the rest of the crew
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So whos next on that plex
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Im flippin slab and weavin hood
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Wit screens hanging down from the roof im ballin like a real playa should im
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[Chorus x4]
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[Verse 2:]
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They got you thinking huston,texas the home of david carr
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But really its candy paint playas sippin on barre
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Take a ride wit a star straight outta that loone star state
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Lil michael watched the train and told me I gotta hold my weight
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Motovation is the key when you moving them keys
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Entropenuaters out the game outta
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The 713
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See one of the keys to my success
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I switched up like rick maddox
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While maintaining my composings to become one of the baddest
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I stick to the g code in my el g'est clothes
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While im tippin on 4 4 's with these scuicide doors
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I buy dro and pro pow for my dogs that died in the past
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Prayin to god I stay flow just to make this hustle last
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Its prime time im obeying the laws
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While my life is on trial
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Im tyrn knockout pieces chain and throw some ice on my smile
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Its all work and no play while im out here punching in clock
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Its hustlemania out here grinding on the block im tryna ball baby
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[Chorus x4]
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[Verse 3:]
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From the 3rd coast trenches where the killers don't think
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Where them boys be slugged up and tatted up with that ink
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These lil cowards tryna sas and make the character of a g
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But im squashing all of that chatter keeping it real and being me
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Its g's up and marks down when im making my round
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While im up in nyc with dipset we shutting it down
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Shouts out to keenan martin holding it down in the low coast
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While im on the block grinin tryna hold my post
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Im glass house on the grill my necklace glow like toxic waste
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Im iced out like frozen food
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Sippin on the ski taste
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Im moving time on my grind
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It aint no time for playing games
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Thats why I hustle 25/8 acumulating
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This change
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I got them diamonds up against that wood grippin grain and sippin good
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Bustin time thats my hood gettin money is understood
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Im on the hustle baby all night and all day
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100 d up in my safe
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Safe to say that boy is paid
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[Chorus x5]
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Sippin' Tha Barre
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| Paul Wall |
