Letras
What the fuck you even know about the culture?
Thinkin' that you come around, we put it on you
Thinkin' y'all are gon' collect like I owe you
Y'all ain't have no effect, mariposa
I suggest y'all ain't get any closer
Go to bed with one eye open
By the time that we done
Y'all will recognize the blood, sweat, tears
All the years that I goes in
Just another Houston boy trying to prove something
While you sit around, I just figured I would do something
Shit I used to be the little punk getting punched in the
Back of the school like a newcomer
Now you fuck around I let loose on you
Like I fell and hit my head
Mario's a bitch, blame, Venm if he dead
Mario's a bitch, blame venm if he dead
I wish I was home on familiar roads
Out here in the wild, they gon' get your bones, yeah
I wish I was home, not before I roam
Right before I die I'll wish I was
I'll wish I was home, yeah
I wish I was home, yeah
I wish I was
This one's for the loser table
Misfit with a loser label
Last pick, now they ruminate
While I spit something humd at you
Ah shit, what it do without me?
Think quick in a new surrounding
Let 'em think, what's Houston 'bout me
Let 'em pick, let 'em choose about me
Let 'em think that it's all been a cruise in a Cadillac coup
The cabooses bouncing
Getting high, meditating on the highway
7-1-3 blowing 97.9, doing 97 up on 69
Sipping something that I shouldn't with a 34 jersey all in white, yeah
From the city with the heat all day
Act crazy, you know we AC all day
Get the money 'cause you know we can't sleep all day
On the come up, but you caught me in the freefall phase, yeah
I wish I was home on familiar roads
Out here in the wild, they gon' get your bones, yeah
I wish I was home, not before I roam
Right before I die I'll wish I was