"Limitless" lyrics

[Paul Wall:]
I ball hard because I'm able
Not a dollar left on the table
Stack the paper when I pull the cable
Wrong move can prove fatal
I'm the player, so who's the hater?
Paint wet like I induced a labor
Saturated how I leave the pavement
I park up front 'cause the trunk disabled
As of late, they sure been hatin'
But you're so mistaken if you think I'm trippin'
My mouth piece look like shattered glass
From a parked car where them boys bippin'
I don't know what them boys sippin'
But it ain't some real, somebody whippin'
But don't blame me 'cause you pretendin'
It's what it is and what it isn't
Palms itchin', never endin'
My path to paper is quite adventurous
Guard your neck, quiet as kept
Better watch your step 'cause the snakes are venomous
Talkin' down, it's quite de minimis
Grindin' hard always come with benefits
The game is generous, never finished
Because my hustle is limitless

[Lil' Keke:]
Yeah
You know one thing about it
I got an appetite for the money
And a hustle to feed it
H-Town legend Don Ke
Let me talk about it

It's my dream, my team
I'm runnin' plays and I'm the coach (I'm the coach)
So understand that I'm a hustler, homie
And gettin' money my approach (My approach)
It's no limit, I ain't timid
Huntin' bread is my job (Job)
Yes, I'm Don Ke, I'm really runnin' through it
Then pullin' up like the mob (Yeah)
Trend maker, more paper
Texas boy in my heart (My heart)
Yes, it's California my rap
And it's Louis V's in my cart (My cart)
I ain't tired, I ain't sleep
I'm actually ridin' one deep (One deep)
Yes, I'm a real G, I'm plantin' seeds
For the benefits that I reap (I swear)
Fast-forward to the finish line (Line)
Big plate and I'ma finish mine
I'm up, dog, so fuck y'all
I'm on one and it's goin' down (Down)
Limitless, independent
Payin' dues and livin' splendid
Got a million ways I'm gettin' paid
So tell 'em haters to comprehend it, on God

[Slim Thug:]
Big Slim, not the lil'
You know what I'm sayin'?

I live limitless like the pill
Ain't no limit like P for real
I done did a lot but got a lot to do
I'm on my way up still
Still can't just sit still
Made a lot of mils, still tryna get more, though
If your feet move slow, you're poor
And Bentley just dropped a new photo
So I'm on my grind to collect more shine
Used to be lowdown, the hoes know me now
Make my clothes match the Rollies now
I treat them hoes like they owe me now
Can't slow me down, foot to the petal
My trigger word's when they say to settle
On a marathon tryna win a medal
You ain't close, I'm on another level
I'm way up, kickin' it with God
You way down there stuck with the devil
From the ghetto, had to move on up
Had to make life good 'cause my life was rough
Oh, you ain't know? Hell yeah, I'm tough
Ain't nobody did it like us
That's why a lot of haters don't like us
We H-Town for lifers

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