"Welcome To The Land" lyrics

Promise I had it hard, now it's better days
Come through with the top down, sun in my face
Ain't comin' up out my house, ain't 'bout gettin' paid
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop
Front-end highrise
Welcome to the land (Welcome to the land)
Where it don't stop (It don't stop)
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop
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Welcome to the land where niggas plan to rise to the top
Now I'm winnin' and spinnin' corners and ridin' in a drop
I been searchin' for better days (Days), lookin' for better ways (Ways)
Reppin' the Southside and keepin' it player-made
Chasin' them bad broads, drivin' them fast cars
Poppin' them trunks open and swingin' them 'Lacs hard
Pimpin' that mic now, wreckin' them freestyles
I'm rockin' with Fat Pat, they call me the golden child
H-Town legend here, flippin' in winters clear (Clear)
Nigga, it's summertime, I'm killin' 'em every year
Sittin' on Martin Luther, smokin' a good crop
Welcome to the land where it just don't stop

Promise I had it hard, now it's better days
Come through with the top down, sun in my face
Ain't comin' up out my house, ain't 'bout gettin' paid
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop
Front-end highrise
Welcome to the land (Welcome to the land)
Where it don't stop
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop (Paul Wall, baby)
Front-end highrise

Welcome to the land where them boys ain't playin'
Real hustler stackin' bands, got woodgrain in my hand
Brandywine over silver with the inside tan
On the grind chasing paper, earning all that I can
Like a fan how them blades chop, fresh out the shop
Motor block, lower shocks, got the game on lock
Grind a lot, haters rot 'cause the real on top
In the front, I got a candy drop the color of Wock'
Missing top so they can see how I made something from nothing
Pressing buttons, chrome cutting from Mykawa to Cullen
Let me tell you something, partner, 'bout them Texas plates
We getting paid, nothing fake, making concrete shake

I promise I had it hard, now it's better days
Come through with the top down, sun in my face
Ain't comin' up out my house, ain't 'bout gettin' paid
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop
Front-end highrise
Welcome to the land (Welcome to the land)
Where it don't stop (Yeah)
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop (Naw, for real)
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Ayy, welcome to the land where it just don't quit (Just don't quit)
If you're candy, go glass, if you're not, go tint (Not, go tint)
If it's Tris and it's Wock', I'm just not gon' pick (Hell naw)
I'm a player, keep a knot, but I'm not gon' trip (The fuck?)
I be fresh bald fade (Fade), candy ball sprayed (Sprayed)
'Sace on my body, same thing on my shades (Shades)
My partner did a bid, I ain't talkin' 'bout spades
I been holdin' since a kid, shit, I started with the blades (For sure)
Now I'm on fours (Fours), thinkin' 'bout the Rolls (Rolls)
If I ever pull it out, I'm puttin' swangers on the toes (Toes)
Chillin' on the North, I'm on Mangum gettin' throwed
If I walk up out this house, I'm gettin' paid or gettin' chose, bitch, it's

I promise I had it hard, now it's better days
Come through with the top down, sun in my face
Ain't comin' up out my house, ain't 'bout gettin' paid
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop
Front-end highrise
Welcome to the land
Where it don't stop (It don't stop)
Paint wet and it's drippin', trunk gon' pop
Front-end highrise

Welcome to the land
It don't stop, ooh