5 seconds instrumental) I’m from the land of the longhorns, swangin’ with pride,
Where the sun beat down and the steel don’t slide.
Where the F-150s lifted, candy paint drippin’,
Ten-gallon hat with the gold chain glistenin’.
Boots on the pavement, heart of a soldier,
Raised in the heat, but my soul run colder.
Deep in the South, where respect run deep,
But you test that pride, and we don’t lose sleep.
I done seen the block lit up like Friday night lights,
Cowboys with Glocks, and the stars shine bright.
From the Bay to the Valley, up to Dallas and back,
We toast with the lean and stack paper in stacks.
I got roots like oak trees, never been shaky,
Talk slick in the South, get checked on the daily.
Tatted up dreams and a pocket full of pain,
But I walk like a king through the fire and the rain.
Hustle in my blood, I was born for the grind,
With a .45 draw that’ll open your mind.
Barbecue smoke mixin’ in with the pine,
While the bass from the trunk got the whole block blind.
I don’t play no games—boy, I grew up with scars,
Pray to God, but I’ll still leave marks on the yard.
Texas in my chest, I’m the storm and the calm,
Throw the deuce in the sky, inked up on my arm.
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I’m a Lone Star Savage, born to raise hell,
With that Houston gold grill and that cowboy smell.
From the woods to the city, I be movin’ in stealth,
And I ain’t never need a label, did it all by myself.
Yeah, I’m Texas made, Texas paid, never fold, never fade,
From the cradle to the grave, I’ll be reppin’ where I stayed.
So if you ride with respect, then you good in my zone,
But if you cross that line, boy, you best ride alone.
Im from the land where the stars shine lone Swangin' through Texas, got the state in my tone.
H-Town drippin', with that syrup in the chrome,
Big belt buckle, and I ride like a throne.
BBQ smoke in the air, that's the flex, Cowboy hat low, diamonds dancin' on my neck.
From the south where we hustle with respect,
But cross the wrong line, you gon' see what's next.
Big trucks lifted, bass boomin' like thunder,
I-35 ridin', got the whole state under.
Lil Savage the name, and I'm hot like summer,
You talk loud ‘til a Texan walk in the room,
Boots heavy like my words—every step go boom.
We don’t do sneak dissin’, we pull up in the light,
And if you feelin’ bold, well, partner—take flight.
Don’t fuck with Texas, that’s a warning not a phrase,
We been raised on grit, barbeque, and gun plays.
Where the sheriff ride by and still dap you up,
But if you cross the wrong fam, they’ll wrap you up.
I’m the son of a savage and a child of the heat,
I was raised where the devil don’t even compete.
Gas station deals, pit stops with the steel,
Talk reckless? Better chill this Lone Star real.
We don’t beg, we don’t chase, we don’t flinch when it’s rough,
We just lace up our boots and get back to the stuff.
You rappin’ online? Shut the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up,
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