Sauce Walka, Propain - H-Town lyrics

Yeah, yeah shit really the lifestyle
Y'know what I'm saying?
H Town shit, know what I'm talm' bout?
That's how the time goes by boofin, no lie
Man, these hoe niggas, get 'em high
Got a nigga goin' crazy, yeah, crazy

It's H Town, ho' a new slab was only thing
Ever known to grind for
Niggas droppin' 4s up in they cup
And move the time slow
Swinging lane to lane look like
You driving with a blindfold
Choppin foreign tops
And all these hoes'll have your mind blown
For all these diamonds in they mouth
These thousand dollar combos
Boosters got 'em dressing like they
Walkin' in design shows
Rulе number 1, when you shining
Keep the ninе close
But please don't get it twisted, nah
This shit ain't all good fucking jackers
All them fiends is barking off the dog food
Young bosses wylin'
Niggas drawing like it's art school
Red niggas rise up, call that shit a carpool
These crooked ass laws is sending
Shots like we apostles
See, most our homies came to lookin
Down on us from God's view
Shit, I done shed tears and I don't
Like how all I show is one day you here
The next you X man like cartoons

I know it gets better
Gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up
We hustling for this cheddar
Trying to get our bread up (Oh yea, oh yea)
Tryna get our bread up (Oh yea)

Close your eyes and
Visualize candles customized
84's pokin' right up out body of a homicide
He was tryna' visit his brother's heights
He from the other side
Thought that he'd be safe from all
His opps so over there, he'd hide
Real unfortunate in town
Where every street we slide
2-2 phone calls and lil' buddy
Was dead right outside
Niggas drinking themselves straight
To the feds, won't put them cups down
With a firearm, and a pint, and a felon
And a super long ride
But how the fuck you supposed to
Sell dope without your pistol?
On 28th you know them rovers
Sliding with the missiles
They want all your rocks and crystals
And big booty lil' sisters
Home of the playas, yeah
They play the game a lil' slicker
Niggas talk a lil' slicker
Know what I'm talm' bout?
Pimping with a super soaker
I'll still punch you in your fucking mouth
Bad bitches on the couch
It's a fine hoe in every house
Way before, all my hoes asses was swollen out
I'm from H Town
Same place Beyonce came down
I'm from H Town
I made Jay-Z drop bucks on facetime
Everybody gotta play now, is it cause of me?
I just want to see my city all rich and free

I know it gets better
Gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up
We hustling for this cheddar
Trying to get our bread up
Tryna get our bread up

Listen, I'm from Houston where we rather
Jam out-of-town nigga shit instead
And we don't congratulate
We hate on the niggas getting bread
Good help goes unnoticed
We talk about who to sic instead
And what you think is a bad
Bitch might be a nigga, don't get mislead
Styrofoam inside a styrofoam
That's what we known for
We supposed to be on our way
But we so fucked up, we just don't go
Lil niggas 'bout 15 years old
They swear they grown though
Like fuck playing PlayStation, we got
A pocket full of stones, hoe
(A pocket full of stones)
I got some partners still stuck in 1994
I smell that shit on your clothes
I thought y'all wasn't smoking fry no more
Brother that used to be suicidal
Don't wanna die no more
Cause PPP Longs got him at the
Airport about to fry yo' hoe to Texas
Yeah that's that H Town to be exact
Where she don't want a relationship either
She want her freedom back
Drank man still got drank
You just need to know where to meet him at
Still riding slabs
Martin Luther King Boulevard is where
You see 'em at

I know it gets better
Gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your head up
We hustling for this cheddar
Trying to get our bread up
Tryna get our bread up