Houston Vent, Pt. 1 Video (MV)

If the sky was falling, baby I'd want you, I'd want you
If the sky was falling, baby I'd want you, I'd want you
Feel no inspiration, utopia awaiting Every gangster has an angel on their shoulder
Waiting to cope with the images he's graced with

Finds refuge in a place where problems could await him
Glass eyed and enabled, he's headed to the trae
Don't have shit to say, don't know nothing bout the South
Just trying to find someone to hang with

Devin the dude, Houston and this bitch
From the town of the no brakes, aim slow, little nigga
Finna turn off my stove, little nigga
Grabbing my crotch, dolls to the wall with a snatch

That tastes like dro, little nigga
Got babysat off Scott and Frenchies
Own staang, my own face
And I'm streaming like waves, little nigga

To Roast, we grab the finest grow
Hit the south side, show you how to roll
Where to go let us partake in the earth
Don't know what's right or what's worse

Maybe we can stroll, to Carros or a Slab parade
Had a spot next to NRG Stadium
Ball and parlay' livin our way
South central 81st and fig gettin braided

Hatin' on a dang, you a pee stink
Like you be still, sting
We good, we still sing
Tho mind your business and back up

Mama got sick, we bossed up
Mama got sick, we bossed up
Limpen sluts, we bossed up
Whether pounds or ones or a tip out from your chick

10% back to God
I'm sorry, nobody's perfect
But I am trying, ain't spitting game
Could get you marked up

We could find you, we promise
Debaters nosey Lord Jesus
Hope you at least listening
Instead of hearing us sad

Me not on a pole, fam told me
Put a hoodie on, fam said cover your mouth
Feet bless the hearts of my enemies
Head dressing us with crowns

Testing me is a recipe of revelations
Woke, now you may drown
Ignoring broadcasters if you crooked
For the ones, you the ones

With the ones in a collection plate
Get it straight, million dollar monsters
Will reap the pain, later the meek
Will inherit the finest threads they sew

Desire with a e, now who the f*ck are you
Same number since middle school
281-451-6938
Perverted minds and I don't think alike

Bitch, we mosh pit
281-451-6938
Clowns, still my last breath
Mind your business, not tryna get on

But I do, I'm putting all my people on you
You pull the stick, you scary mother
Lovers to the left
I'm angelic, sprinkle dust on you

Rocks to block like a baby
Dudes blasting me like Tupac had a baby
Blessed with breast, bless her breath
Mash ash and dust to dust

Life's a spinning wheel
Blame others, ride for dick, change outlook
On shit, I don't suck shit
No, bitch, you do

And they laughing at you
I'm the homie, they tell me about you
I'll never be like you
I do do things, that's the shit

You boo boo, you know you get flushed
Quick that's that, roses bloom
Stench, Andre said it best
If the sky is fallin down

If, the skyline's falling down
Everybody know I'm here, band all the compasses quick
Southwest, east, north
Thought I wasn't gone say north

You thought I was
Y'all too peace and dance
Do you
I just never assimilate myself

We are the masters of the change
We can morph into any range
Mighty in our own brains
Success is the only option that I'm looking for these days

Success is the only option I'm looking for these days
Success is the only option for and I'm looking for it
Only option that I'm looking for
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