"TexUs Raised" lyrics
Fat Pat, Killa Kyleon & TTOD Bumpy Johnson Lyrics
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
We gon' grind, we gon' shine
The money always on our mind
I'm coming down, cruisin' 'round
Emancipation, lookin' 'round
I'm livin' great, that's how I'm made
Swingin' 'round, can't press the brake
And we outside, it's Sunday night
I'm in Houston livin' life
I'm Texas raised (Bill)
Never leave Houston on a Sunday what you 'posed to know
Everybody know that Trae the play, that's where you 'posed to go
Bopper on my rope 'cause I'm a player, we get chose the most
Exotic Pop, I'm sippin' Pokey Peach and I just poured a four
"Mo City Don" on repeat, you got exposed to Ro
Whole club singin' word for word like they can hold a note
Apple over silver on my 'Caddy when I close the door
That's what we call a slab, trunk pop on 84s and Vogues
Horses under hoods and we got horses in our stables too
Beans and stallions everywhere you look, they fine as Megan too
Mexico ain't just a nigga plug, boy, that's our neighbor too
We love all the Mexicans, them our niggas, they can say it too
Everybody ballin' like the Rockets, we rock J's and boots
Swangin' in the rain on 59, I'm 'bout to raise the roof
If it start floodin', I get stuck, I'm callin' Trae tha Truth
Candy apple parked in front the spot, I just valeted some fruit
Hit Emancipation, me my Dalmatians line 'em up
Bad lil' bitch from out the Ward with me, she fine as fuck
If you gettin' money, havin' motion, hold your diamonds up
We don't do them moissanites and labs, them ain't no diamonds, bruh
Houston Texan, really out here ballin' more than CJ do
We don't jam shit inside a slab unless it's DJ Screw
Sunday, I'm in 5015 like a DJ booth
Catch me off in traffic, fours spinnin' like a DJ do
We gon' grind, we gon' shine
The money always on our mind
I'm coming down, cruisin' 'round
Emancipation, lookin' 'round
I'm livin' great, that's how I'm made
Swingin' 'round, can't press the brake
And we outside, it's Sunday night
I'm in Houston livin' life
I'm Texas raised
Livin' lavish is habit, so, I'ma shine up on these
Baguettes, channel-set, move from ounces to kis
Hit the block, it don't stop, rollin' twenties for sure
Lettin' you know Third Coast about to knock down the door
East and West, ain't got plex, but the South is on the rise
Red floors, candy doors, screens fallin' out the sky
Steady bumpin' and grindin', hoes mindin', big-face chasin' with skill
It's hard to survive, stack my paper in the land of the trill
How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn
Scratchin' Pyrex, triple beams, tryna get extra grams
Another dope slab when I hit the billboard (That's right)
Like a thief in the night, took over, took flight
Shine a new light, Southside up in the door
With the trunk glowin' bright, crawlin' down real slow
Lettin' you know how we gonna do this thing
Hit the cuts, make our paper, gon' let our nuts hang
Piece and chain, pick your brain, leave a stain on the bitch's brain
Let it rain with game, what's my name? The F-A to the T
No other could it be to rock it like me, rollin' with that boy C
No quote-unquote, I ain't no ho, haters get smoked
Fuckin' with the Third Coast, better get ghost, ain't no time to boast
We hold the most, let's have a toast, now these niggas gonna get roast
Coast to coast, they barely know how we gon' do this thang
Step on toes, smash these boys 'cause it's down in Texas, man
We gon' grind, we gon' shine
The money always on our mind
I'm coming down, cruisin' 'round
Emancipation, lookin' 'round
I'm livin' great, that's how I'm made
Swingin' 'round, can't press the brake
And we outside, it's Sunday night
I'm in Houston livin' life
I'm Texas raised
Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Tex-Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Tex-Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
In the ghetto
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
We gon' grind, we gon' shine
The money always on our mind
I'm coming down, cruisin' 'round
Emancipation, lookin' 'round
I'm livin' great, that's how I'm made
Swingin' 'round, can't press the brake
And we outside, it's Sunday night
I'm in Houston livin' life
I'm Texas raised (Bill)
Never leave Houston on a Sunday what you 'posed to know
Everybody know that Trae the play, that's where you 'posed to go
Bopper on my rope 'cause I'm a player, we get chose the most
Exotic Pop, I'm sippin' Pokey Peach and I just poured a four
"Mo City Don" on repeat, you got exposed to Ro
Whole club singin' word for word like they can hold a note
Apple over silver on my 'Caddy when I close the door
That's what we call a slab, trunk pop on 84s and Vogues
Horses under hoods and we got horses in our stables too
Beans and stallions everywhere you look, they fine as Megan too
Mexico ain't just a nigga plug, boy, that's our neighbor too
We love all the Mexicans, them our niggas, they can say it too
Everybody ballin' like the Rockets, we rock J's and boots
Swangin' in the rain on 59, I'm 'bout to raise the roof
If it start floodin', I get stuck, I'm callin' Trae tha Truth
Candy apple parked in front the spot, I just valeted some fruit
Hit Emancipation, me my Dalmatians line 'em up
Bad lil' bitch from out the Ward with me, she fine as fuck
If you gettin' money, havin' motion, hold your diamonds up
We don't do them moissanites and labs, them ain't no diamonds, bruh
Houston Texan, really out here ballin' more than CJ do
We don't jam shit inside a slab unless it's DJ Screw
Sunday, I'm in 5015 like a DJ booth
Catch me off in traffic, fours spinnin' like a DJ do
We gon' grind, we gon' shine
The money always on our mind
I'm coming down, cruisin' 'round
Emancipation, lookin' 'round
I'm livin' great, that's how I'm made
Swingin' 'round, can't press the brake
And we outside, it's Sunday night
I'm in Houston livin' life
I'm Texas raised
Livin' lavish is habit, so, I'ma shine up on these
Baguettes, channel-set, move from ounces to kis
Hit the block, it don't stop, rollin' twenties for sure
Lettin' you know Third Coast about to knock down the door
East and West, ain't got plex, but the South is on the rise
Red floors, candy doors, screens fallin' out the sky
Steady bumpin' and grindin', hoes mindin', big-face chasin' with skill
It's hard to survive, stack my paper in the land of the trill
How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn
Scratchin' Pyrex, triple beams, tryna get extra grams
Another dope slab when I hit the billboard (That's right)
Like a thief in the night, took over, took flight
Shine a new light, Southside up in the door
With the trunk glowin' bright, crawlin' down real slow
Lettin' you know how we gonna do this thing
Hit the cuts, make our paper, gon' let our nuts hang
Piece and chain, pick your brain, leave a stain on the bitch's brain
Let it rain with game, what's my name? The F-A to the T
No other could it be to rock it like me, rollin' with that boy C
No quote-unquote, I ain't no ho, haters get smoked
Fuckin' with the Third Coast, better get ghost, ain't no time to boast
We hold the most, let's have a toast, now these niggas gonna get roast
Coast to coast, they barely know how we gon' do this thang
Step on toes, smash these boys 'cause it's down in Texas, man
We gon' grind, we gon' shine
The money always on our mind
I'm coming down, cruisin' 'round
Emancipation, lookin' 'round
I'm livin' great, that's how I'm made
Swingin' 'round, can't press the brake
And we outside, it's Sunday night
I'm in Houston livin' life
I'm Texas raised
Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Tex-Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Tex-Texas raised (How they feel about Texas, I don't give a damn)
Baby, this is your life in the ghetto
In the ghetto
