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Yeah, Statik You know this an honor for me, man I was just out in Houston too Slide around Travis You know? Stopped at that Trill Burger, it's nothing like it At all Say When I get on the microphone in the room You already know that I'm 'bout to set the tone in the room So make sure they got the throne in the room So as far as all the kings go They know that I'm all alone in the room If it's time to set the table, bring the finest of china out 'Cause these the type of nights that we gon' hustle and grind about It's grown folks' business, so we kickin' the minors out And it's nothing to be complaining nor whining 'bout The fellas are G'd up from the feet up with the diamonds out And you find the kind of women around at a finest house So from the Dirty South to the East Coast We the type of dudes that you keep close That make the coffee deep roast Keep the heat close So when we heat toast, it's way past edible Check my reputation, the threat is credible Press the pedal to the metal 'til that motherfucker's mashed Trillstatik 3, no fuckin' cap, it's all fuckin' facts Yeah, we really outside Got a neck full of gold and the hoes know we really outside Got a pocket full of dough, call the bros 'cause we really outside Diamonds dancin' on my chain Poppin' bottles of champagne Everybody knows my name 'Cause we really outside Look, two hundred thousand on a Maybach, that's a decent price It's crazy how your dreams'll give you sleepless nights To be precise, I chopped the fifties off a piece of white And I got my whole city high before I got to reach these heights Jesus Christ, when they cross you, it get brutal Gotta pick a side, they gon' knock you off for bein' neutral Perc' 10s was in my bloodstream, contractin' my pupils Now I'm on livestreams and gettin' plaques from YouTube Holy water 'round my neck, it's time to splash on 'em My shoulders hold a lot of weight, I just put mass on 'em Independent hustler, hundred thousand cash on him Kiss'll bet his last on him States, hit the gas on 'em (Swerve) In honor of the Pimp, I pour an eight of juice I'm hater-proof, my youngins huntin' like the sabertooth Amazing truth, they tried to stop him, but he made it through And we ain't tryna make a truce, a headshot'll paint his roofs Yeah, we really outside Got a neck full of gold and the hoes know we really outside Got a pocket full of dough, call the bros 'cause we really outside Diamonds dancin' on my chain Poppin' bottles of champagne Everybody knows my name 'Cause we really outside Yo, look, just say my name when you say the truth (Man) That boy Propain a fool, he blackout like a Raider suit (Man) It was either rap or move chicken like catered food 'Cause where I'm from, we gon' make some bands Or we gon' make the news (Facts) Niggas talkin' smoke, well, bitch, I'm Dre and Snoop A phone call and made the boom Your pack party lookin' like a vacant room (Ayy) I hit the road, don't go on stages 'til the pay approved (Nah) You can't compare me to these niggas, I don't pay for views (Nah) I'm CEO, every buy and sale, you see me pose You don't own shit, so we don't care 'bout what that CD sold And I ain't too impressed with the fake, watchin' all your cheesy gold Only power niggas ever seen was Tyreek and Ghost Meanwhile, I'm laid up in Marbeya, you can see the coast Bitch callin' me horse even though she know that he's a GOAT (Ayy) You unfamiliar with the real? Well then, let me impose This is Trillstatik 3, Milly, Bun B, and Pro, bitch Yeah, we really outside Got a neck full of gold and the hoes know we really outside Got a pocket full of dough, call the bros 'cause we really outside Diamonds dancin' on my chain Poppin' bottles of champagne Everybody knows my name 'Cause we really outside