[Intro: Propain]

Yeah, yeah

(X.O. think he all that) Yeah

Shit really a lifestyle, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

Real H-Town shit, know what I'm talm' bout? Yeah

They say the time goes by, puffin' on lye

Man, just hopin' that it get 'em high

Got a nigga goin' crazy, yeah

Crazy, yeah (Mane)

[Verse 1: Propain]

It's H-Town, ho

A new slab was all he ever known to grind for

Niggas droppin' fours up in they cup, it move the time slow

Swangin' lane-to-lane look like he drivin' with a blindfold

Choppin' foreign tops, and all these hoes'll have your mind blown

Flawless diamonds in they mouth, these thousand dollar convos

Boosters got 'еm dressin' like they walkin' in dеsign shows

Rule number one: when you shinin', keep the nine close

But please don't get it twisted, nah, this shit ain't all good

Them fuckin' jackers out, them fiends is barkin' off the dog food

The young boys is wylin', niggas drawing like it's art school

Wettin' niggas rides up, call that shit a carpool

These crooked ass laws is sendin' shots like we are barstools

See, most our homies caged and lookin' down on us from God's view

Shit, I done shed tears and I all I got to show is war wounds

One day you here, the next you X, man, like cartoons (Yeah, yeah), damn

[Chorus: Propain & Sauce Walka]

I know it gets better, yeah (Gets better)

Just gotta keep your head up, mane (Gotta keep your head up)

Gotta keep your head up, mane, yeah (Gotta keep your head up)

We hustlin' for this cheddar, yeah (Hustlin' for this cheddar)

We just tryna get our bread up, mane (Just tryna get our bread up)

We just tryna get our bread up (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee), yeah, I'm fed up (Ooh-wee), yeah

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]

Close your eyes and visualize Caddies customized

Eighty-fours pokin' right by the body of a homicide

He was tryna visit his brother house, he from the other side

Thought that he'll be safe from all his opps so over there, he'd hide

Well, unfortunately this splash town, where every street we slide

Took two phone calls and lil' buddy was dead right outside

Niggas drinkin' theyselves straight to the feds, won't put them cups down

But a firearm, and a pint on a felon a super long ride

But how the fuck you 'posed to sell dope without your pistol?

On 288, you know them robbers slidin' with the missiles

They want all your rocks and crystals, your big booty lil' sister

Home of the players, yeah, they play the game a lil' thicker

Niggas talk a lil' slicker, you spill me, know what I'm talm' 'bout?

Pimpin' with a super soaker, still'll punch you in your fuckin' mouth

Bad bitches on the couch, it's a fine ho at every house

Way before some BBLs, all my hoes asses was swollen out

I'm from H-Town, the same place Beyoncé came down

I'm from H-Town, I made JAY-Z drop bucks on H-Town

Everybody gotta play now, is it 'cause of me?

I just wanted to see my city all rich and free, ooh-wee