Keep watching me shine, I need you hating more
Feet stinking, fat nigga, still wavy, though
From out the gravy bowl, state with the panhandle
Used to be khakied up with the Chanel flannel
I used to sell candles, I'll never tell scandals
But niggas was ten toes like a pair of sandals
You need to scale value, ain't nobody can stop
The Karate ch-chop, the Bugatti, the drop
The new Mazi, watch, the new house or the guap
I was out on the block, now my town is on lock
Now the bitches that used to diss me, be calling alot
Now I'm calling the shots, they feel salty about it
Want me halting the operation and calling it quits
What they talking about? I'm as boss as it get
So get off of my dick, I be flossing the city
If it ain't bout the money, then I'm bouncing like Diddy
Go and count the the residgies, pull the pouch out my Dickies
Put a ounce in the Philly, rub a cloth on the semi
Then I'm awesome like Glizzy, I been awfully busy
I go in for a dollar, you be out for a penny
I'm from Acres Homes, where them real ass niggas might break your bones
Where them pussy ass niggas might take your phone
Aw man
I'm from Houston man, where them real ass niggas might boost your chain
Where them pussy ass niggas make you do some things
Aw man
Don't come to my funeral, don't cry at my wake
I spy that you fake, you dying to hate
A lie and a snake, with your eye on my plate
I cut you niggas out, when I'm dividing the cake
Think about it-cause my team is official
Send them reapers to get you, I'll be clean as a whistle
Ain't no finger to print you, ain't no teeth for the dental
Ain't no feet on the nigga, my heart beating this venom
People mistreated a nigga, ain't know they had it in em
But now I know they true colors, so I'm glad they did it
It make you handle business, look at the planet different
You start to question shit around you, be more candid with it
That nigga ain't your friend, that bitch as fake as him
They probably f*ck each other, and plot to take your ends
I only trust my brother, to a certain extent
I know it's family, but them circumstances circumvent
I'm from Acres Homes, where them real ass niggas might break your bones
Where them pussy ass niggas might take your phone
Aw man
I'm from Houston man, where them real ass niggas might boost your chain
Where them pussy ass niggas make you do some things
Aw man
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Keep watching me shine, I need you hating more
Feet stinking, fat nigga, still wavy, though
From out the gravy bowl, state with the panhandle
Used to be khakied up with the Chanel flannel
I used to sell candles, I'll never tell scandals
But niggas was ten toes like a pair of sandals
You need to scale value, ain't nobody can stop
The Karate ch-chop, the Bugatti, the drop
The new Mazi, watch, the new house or the guap
I was out on the block, now my town is on lock
Now the bitches that used to diss me, be calling alot
Now I'm calling the shots, they feel salty about it
Want me halting the operation and calling it quits
What they talking about? I'm as boss as it get
So get off of my dick, I be flossing the city
If it ain't bout the money, then I'm bouncing like Diddy
Go and count the the residgies, pull the pouch out my Dickies
Put a ounce in the Philly, rub a cloth on the semi
Then I'm awesome like Glizzy, I been awfully busy
I go in for a dollar, you be out for a penny
I'm from Acres Homes, where them real ass niggas might break your bones
Where them pussy ass niggas might take your phone
Aw man
I'm from Houston man, where them real ass niggas might boost your chain
Where them pussy ass niggas make you do some things
Aw man
Don't come to my funeral, don't cry at my wake
I spy that you fake, you dying to hate
A lie and a snake, with your eye on my plate
I cut you niggas out, when I'm dividing the cake
Think about it-cause my team is official
Send them reapers to get you, I'll be clean as a whistle
Ain't no finger to print you, ain't no teeth for the dental
Ain't no feet on the nigga, my heart beating this venom
People mistreated a nigga, ain't know they had it in em
But now I know they true colors, so I'm glad they did it
It make you handle business, look at the planet different
You start to question shit around you, be more candid with it
That nigga ain't your friend, that bitch as fake as him
They probably f*ck each other, and plot to take your ends
I only trust my brother, to a certain extent
I know it's family, but them circumstances circumvent
I'm from Acres Homes, where them real ass niggas might break your bones
Where them pussy ass niggas might take your phone
Aw man
I'm from Houston man, where them real ass niggas might boost your chain
Where them pussy ass niggas make you do some things
Aw man
Feet stinking, fat nigga, still wavy, though
From out the gravy bowl, state with the panhandle
Used to be khakied up with the Chanel flannel
I used to sell candles, I'll never tell scandals
But niggas was ten toes like a pair of sandals
You need to scale value, ain't nobody can stop
The Karate ch-chop, the Bugatti, the drop
The new Mazi, watch, the new house or the guap
I was out on the block, now my town is on lock
Now the bitches that used to diss me, be calling alot
Now I'm calling the shots, they feel salty about it
Want me halting the operation and calling it quits
What they talking about? I'm as boss as it get
So get off of my dick, I be flossing the city
If it ain't bout the money, then I'm bouncing like Diddy
Go and count the the residgies, pull the pouch out my Dickies
Put a ounce in the Philly, rub a cloth on the semi
Then I'm awesome like Glizzy, I been awfully busy
I go in for a dollar, you be out for a penny
I'm from Acres Homes, where them real ass niggas might break your bones
Where them pussy ass niggas might take your phone
Aw man
I'm from Houston man, where them real ass niggas might boost your chain
Where them pussy ass niggas make you do some things
Aw man
Don't come to my funeral, don't cry at my wake
I spy that you fake, you dying to hate
A lie and a snake, with your eye on my plate
I cut you niggas out, when I'm dividing the cake
Think about it-cause my team is official
Send them reapers to get you, I'll be clean as a whistle
Ain't no finger to print you, ain't no teeth for the dental
Ain't no feet on the nigga, my heart beating this venom
People mistreated a nigga, ain't know they had it in em
But now I know they true colors, so I'm glad they did it
It make you handle business, look at the planet different
You start to question shit around you, be more candid with it
That nigga ain't your friend, that bitch as fake as him
They probably f*ck each other, and plot to take your ends
I only trust my brother, to a certain extent
I know it's family, but them circumstances circumvent
I'm from Acres Homes, where them real ass niggas might break your bones
Where them pussy ass niggas might take your phone
Aw man
I'm from Houston man, where them real ass niggas might boost your chain
Where them pussy ass niggas make you do some things
Aw man
Writer: Thomas Jenkins
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