Trae Tha Truth - Southwest lyrics

You must be out of ya mind
I'm from the south and this the realist
Check the resume
And that'll show the world
Why we the trillest
In that black on black Excursion
With the hood facing up
And 24 inches on my shoes the
Only way I'm lacin up
ABN is what I'm claiming
With a slab that's rearrangin
Movin slow cause I be screwed
Up on the block, then I be bangin
I ain't thinkin about the plex cause
We can get it on
Four straps and a extra clip can show
That they can get it wrong
Yeah I'm from the south -
Where they be trappin, or they grindin
Diamonds that got 'em shinin
Trunk stay in the air
Showin somethin while they reclinin'
Drank up in they cup
But see myself I keep it sober
Run up on me wrong
It's guarantee it's gon'be over
Screwed Up Click soliders, wide frame rollers
With a set of hands to make you
Look beat up like a nova
Trae gon'stay Tha Truth and that's
The way it is
Houston, Texas in the buildin'
Gangstas gon'be feelin this