Slowed Down

Texas boys, Houston Texas

From mo'fucking Acres Home to the mo'fucking Tre

Everything is slowed down

Huh, yeah that drank got me leaning

I ain't smoke all day, kush got me fiending

I'm dreaming, cup got me sleep walking

Don't know what I'm saying, but I'm gon' keep talking

Walking fresh J's, stay dressed like I'm paid

I'm millionaire dreaming, fuck seeing minimum wage

Lac sprayed candy, haters can't stand me

Pack the four-five, 'case them jackers apprehend me

I shoulda won a Grammy, realest nigga rapping

I don't wanna fuck your slut, tell that hoe I'm capping

Cause I'm in a 'rarri, or I'm in a Rover

Either or I'm sipping bar, you never see me sober

Don Ke H-Town legend, I do it mean

Po' up some'ing nice, we lean and ride clean

Sipping on drank, tasting on mud

When that oil touch the streets, this winter it might flood

Coming down nasty, hit the block twice

I kill em with the freestyle flow, but I got a price

Ice the cup's thick and heavy, get em ready

We knock em off the ceiling, I'm home this pimping's steady

I ride round with that loud pack, but still need that cup

This 13 and Hogg Life, y'all niggaz know what's up

It's H-Town and it's understood, we the true home of that purple

Get laid stay paid, no squares in my circle

H-Town, Fleetwood King where ya at ha

Mexicans out that 'Stead man, this shit don't stop

We gon' have the whole motherfucking world po'ing up man

I see you boys out there in that Clarke, Propain G love

Shout out that Southwest, that Eastside

I see you my nigga, all my niggaz out here in Acres Home

J-Dawg, S-G-S where ya at this Texas nigga