[Spoken Introduction]
You know Screw stayed pretty close to my house, like right down the street. He started selling these gray tapes. People would line up, you know, for blocks just to get a gray tape. We would pa** them around at school. The independent music scene in Houston was just always crazy. Where nobody needed anybody. No major label, no nothing. It was all about getting up and making it, making it happen
[Verse 1]
Flippin' through 610 with the windows down
King Kong in the trunk so you hear that sound
Transported by big bro so it smell like a pine
He said “I'll k** you if you smoke, so don't pa** it around”
I'm just tryna make it home
Meanwhile through the tweeters I hear A Pocket Full Of Stones
UGK, Bun B, Pimp had me in a zone
So I'm back on Sharondale with the sk**s we can hone
Beggin' my cousin Reg to get J. Prince on the phone
If he waits ‘til I'm fifteen, it's too late I'll be gone
Bruh, I'm going platinum from my momma crib
Tell them schools I care less about a scholarship
I'mma get paper from these words I write
My homie Flip got signed, that's when I got hype
Me and Mikey at the crib staying up all night
Then Mikey got caught with the white, what a life
[Verse 2]
So I'm back to no squares
A circle full of youngsters, live with no squares
Evil all amongst us, we ride with no cares
Truth is what we run from, our lives is all dares
Yeah, H-Town mentality
This was my reality, praying that God spares
A life like mine, I'm staring at the time
I can hear the music fine but we running out of chairs
Yeah, I was searching in my notebook
God hit me with a dope hook
Not a 8-bar loop, but a punch packed with truth
When I heard it I was too shook
‘Cause me and the homies mob deep
Not the young Cudi, but oh buddy
We was headed straight for d**h
You could smell it in the street
Aroma like Timmy Chan's and I'm ready to eat
[Hook] [2x]
That's what the south side gave me
That's how the south side raised me
Searching for the next thrill
God showed it wasn't real
Man, the south side played me
Hold up