H-Town Hustle

Skrrt through the loop, that's the city maze,

Potholes hittin', got the car in a daze.

Sippin' purple potion, let the Styrofoam raise,

Another hot block, where the heat gonna blaze.

H-Town grind, where the hustlers collide,

Caddies on spokes, and the trunk pop wide.

Diamonds in my grill, yeah, it’s Southside pride,

From the block to the booth, it’s all do or die.

Slab crawl slow, candy paint drip sauce,

Sharks in the water, better not move soft.

Came from the mud, now the wrist on gloss,

Grew up with the struggle, turned the L’s into boss.

Alligators snap in the Bayou’s flow,

Chopped and screwed speech, let the speakers go.

Got plots on stacks, gotta stack that dough,

It ain’t just a beat; it’s a H-Town throw.

Graffiti on the wall, where the stories are carved,

Every hood’s an opera, every hustle is starved.

This concrete jungle, where my game was armed,

They told me stand down but my spirit’s unmarred.

H-Town grind, where the hustlers collide,

Caddies on spokes, and the trunk pop wide.

Diamonds in my grill, yeah, it’s Southside pride,

From the block to the booth, it’s all do or die.