Verse 1: This is Houston Texas Double cup baby sip that red shit I’m feelin’ fly with a weed leaf on my necklace Ya, I smoke that shit until I’m fuckin breathless Lately I been feelin destined Bout to teach this game a lesson Dylan Patin be the freshest Stayin’ strapped with that lyrical asbestos I do it for my homies up in Heaven restin’ I’m a straight up Texan With a star spangled message Livin life with my best friends I’ve been developing my mouth into a weapon Bout to shock this world cause I’ve turned electric Hold up Told y’all I been workin man Verse 2: Now feel that beat drop Can you hear that ether bumpin’ in the speakers? So damn dope, think I’m bout to have a seizure Foaming at the mouth like I’m rabid bout to eat ya Glad that I never listened to my teachers I was high writing rhymes on the bleachers Yep, this right here is a teaser I’m bout to drop a tape that’s gonna buy me a Beamer Watch me bitch I’m on, like a light bulb Illuminated brightly even when the night falls Don’t get too close, I might burn your eyeballs There’s flames comin out my mouth when I talk Woah, lookin something like King Kong Yo, hit me up with the weed bong So we can all just proceed to float on Pass a rillo then roll the next one I’m chillen on mars with Jimmy Neutron Kickin’ dope bars, the fuck is you on? Blowin up the track man I think I dropped a booth bomb Shooting nukes every time I drop a new song Chorus: This beats rockin’ I’m feelin’ it just a little bit Turn it up let it jump just a little bit Pop trunk with the subs if you feelin it Then swang slow man you know that I’m feelin this This beats rockin’ I’m feelin’ it just a little bit Turn it up let it bump just a little bit I spit dope baby come and take a hit of this 713 bout to show you who the realest is Verse 3: Ok I’m bout to shit on this beat So get some napkins My haters gonna trip and be like what happened? When I lace this seran wrap with anthrax and wrap it Around this track and toss it in some hydrochloric acid I’ve been on my grind daily Eyes got me lookin like I’m Hates, but I’m just faded Workin everyday but it really don’t phase me Always goin ham, thanksgiving I’m gravy Ya I’m from the home of Slim Thug and Bun B Let me give a shout out to the SUC Y’all been keepin’ shit screwed up since the 90’s And i got mad love cause y’all influenced me Now it’s 2016 and I’m feelin like it’s my time H-Town skunk burnin’ every night when I write rhymes Bout to hit em from the blind side Leave em with they eyes wide Doin this for fun but I’m aiming for the high prize And I ain’t gonna stop til I get it Keep it sub zero with the flow so frigid Man I’m feelin myself, while I spit is so exquisite Dropping bombs like I’m Lance Berkman switch hittin’ aye This beats rockin’ I’m feelin’ it just a little bit Turn it up let it jump just a little bit I spit dope baby come and take a hit of this 713 bout to show you who the realest is Gettin down on a hype beat If you don’t like me, bitch you can bite me I’m spending all hours of the night tryna get a verse right And sometimes it fucks with my psyche I’m OCD while I’m writing Got a loose screw I’m biting, on the M.I.C That’s the gorilla inside me tryna come out And Kung fu the world like Chinese I need a pair of Siamese twins And a new Benz, with surround sound and some 20 inch rims So I can roll around town, while I’m burning down pounds In the back seat with two bitches on my dick Young goon comin’ through like a tank, shit Tell hip hop bend over ima spank it Feelin’ like Martin Luther King with a dream I’m just tryna bring life back to this industry that’s achin Blowin’ on Jamaican with my eyeballs low Feelin’ shaky put me up on a tripod yo I’m a fiend for the bump inside my headphones Bout to make an entrance like Khaleesi’s back in Westeros I ain’t really tryna boast though Let me make a toast so all my haters know They can’t fuck with my mojo Got Mr. Miagi in the studio my dojo Killin this rhythm yo soy muy loco Chorus: This beats rockin’ I’m feelin’ it just a little bit Turn it up let it bump just a little bit Pop trunk with the subs if you feelin’ it Then swang slow man you know that I’m feelin’ this This beats rockin’ I’m feelin’ it just a little bit Turn it up let it jump just a little bit I spit dope baby come and take a hit of this 713 bout to show you who the realest is 713 bout to show you who the realest is 713 bout to show you who the realest is
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