Trae I see you Rose'

In-Inkredible

You know what it is

Maybach Music

My attitude is f**k it house big as Publix

Shoppin is a pleasure pinky ring a nugget

N***az like the ride sip lean out the bucket

I lean to the side white whip Michael Douglas

Hard times call for drastic measures

I call my dog he bought a mac 11

Forty rounds hollerin WHERE THE YELLOW AT

Ni**a dead serious chopper with a shoulder strap

Microphone Michael Corleone I know I'm wrong

The man up above love for me to sing them poems

So sing along you know the song I sing

Bring them things along I gotta feed the team

It's ROSE' I need hundred bottles

Yellow b**ches all of 'em swallow

H-Town ni**a three-oh-five

I can move them packs each and every night

Uhh gyeah

Triple black pan the mirror Phantom of the streets

Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats

All these stones around my neck and wrist part of the streets

Used to temper somethin in danger now it's part of my seats

I'm in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin

Couple choppers out for dinner failin ain't a option

Reclinable seats invisible ceilings

Competition is murder haters I'm killin

F**k a money machine I don't count it I blow it

B**ch my money conceited it look good when I throw it

I'm a asshole therefore my temper is reckless

I'm the city of Houston you can tell them it's Texas

The king of the streets somewhere deep with guerillas

Behind somethin that's tinted b**ch you see the gorillas

These other n***az yellin Truth they only imitation

And when I see them it's f**k 'em minus the penetration

Uh-huh ah-hah

Yeah uhh

I'm gettin situated I know you b**ches hate it

I'm in a new Aston the one Swiss created

I can't give you a dime but I can get you faded

Before you become a member you get initiated

Uh-huh

A lot of racks big ice heavy weapon

The hood still love me cause I never left them

Uh-uh

I distribute it

Yeah

I get rid of it

Yup

It's all comin back

Uhh

Every bit of it

I'm territorial it's your memorial

Yeap

And don't feel bad I'm talkin to all of you

This is real sh*t and that's nonsense

Uh-huh

I got AK's

What

I got Thompsons

I got investors

Yeah

I get sponsors

Uh

They scared of the crew

Scared

I'm with monsters

What

And ain't nothin forsure but we touchin the raw

Uh

And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door