Texas Blood

So much on my mind

All I wanna do is grind

But when home be calling

There’s not much left inside

Those bills be pilling

Knowing that I won’t quit

It’s just not in me

Knowing up north I don’t fit

Down south I was raised

Where the 2 1 0 is never phased

Yeah it may be ghetto

But that BBQ be my fav

No I’m not rich

No I’m not “spicy”

But down by the taco trucks-

Is where you will find me

No I’m not Gucci like Chanel

Or Fancy like Prada

I’m not much for fashion

If you asked me what I wanted

I’d say Birria with some chile salsa

Our girls are thick like Tortas

Hood Baddies from the south

Where “daddies girls” are built like men

And learn to run the whole town

We lead with our soul

And hold it with pride

2 1 0 born and raised

Texas blood till I die.