(*talking*)
Trae, Kee Money, Big Dex
H-A-Dub-K, Lil B, yeah we gon make it
We gon make it, we gon make it

[Trae]
They see me stepping out thoed, Guerilla Maab type thug representing for the side I love
Southside and it ain't gon change, n***as like us gon change the game
With street fame living untamed, in a wide frame drop fin to swang and bang
If a n***a don't know better peep the game, S.U.C. we running thangs
Finna smash me a n***a, I'm a young gun n***a by the name of Trae
Wrecking this track with H-A-W-K, from the Dead End to the west of Fewquay
Blue on grey is what I'm riding mayn, I'm that Southside type stunner
On these blocks I be a runner, for the plex call me a gunner
Guerilla Maab representative, four 12's in Sedan DeVille
We gon make it that's for real, crank it up while I work my grill
Tilt on a lane and I'm setting it off, see me and my click can't take a loss
Me and Lil B gon break it off, S-L-A-B be wilding out

[Kee Money]
I'm setting it off, in a wide body six hund'
With C-Dub and the Mon, bringing terror like Big Pun
My squad's the bomb, it's play time but never fun
Making bitch n***as run, faster than Michael John'
Hit like Paul Manson, stacking funds with bigger guns
My squad we hundred proof, hauling ass on the loot
Compressed to stay true, from Dead End to the Boot
Snitch n***as to me elite, strapped with plenty heat
Mo' bricks than concrete, watch my lungs release
When I'm puffing on do-do, my cheddar like Velveeta
Make you give me some mo', uh-ohhhhhh
I'm a thug n***a, uh-ohhhhhh
Bending corners on dubs n***a, now do you love n***a
How Kee Money get down, whoa now fo' life
We repping this H-Town, feel me now
C.E.O. of Pay Time, and I gotta hold it down
Staying on my grind, I want mine baby
[Big Dex]
Dead in a line, I got juveniles on the front line
Spitting venom, like reptiles
Locking like grip pliers, we worldwide
Gilla Southside like cell flies, you can't jump us like barbwire
Or cross us like vogue tires, they catch time
Haters get eternally baptized, a thugged out Gomer Pile
I'll walk through a crossfire, fuck a nine to five
I'm pushing birds that don't fly, capping fool's my appetite
Overloading my goldmine, this twelfth round bitch
We hot like bonfires, slaves call me siar
I'm the rap game umpire, spitting lyrical fire
The world is ours, cracking it like a egg and n***a we gon make it

[Hook - 4x]
We gon, make it
We gon make it, we gon make it

[H.A.W.K.]
We gon make it, or take it
Rock it up and shake it, whip it up and bake it
So the laws can't take it, I barred all the trouble
Cruise through the struggle, use Arm-N-Hammer and water
To see my digits double, live lavish and bubble
With the money I made, and now that I'm paid these n***as hate
I'ma rain on they parade, for roaches I use Raid
Or bring the army brigade, clean em out like Cascade
Or put a hole in your fade, ever since the first grade
I been a man on a mission, but no one would listen
And now I get all the attention, n***a stop penny pinching
Get the fuck out my way, while I change the game
Like Sigel and J, n***a what
[Lil B]
I'll never follow I'm a baller, U-Hauler
Prowler on the scene, fog eyes looking mean
DVD's with a monitor screen, my team is gonna make it
Don't hate it take a ounce and break it on up, sip syrup out my cup
On buck not giving a fuck, so what you hoes can move around
Take it out on the South we from H-Town, with a big gun case it's round for round
We gon bust and bust till they all fall down, it's like that
Lil B gon bring hats, S.L.A.B. soldiers on every track
My n***a we did that, step back with all that hating
And faking we riding 4's, now days the boulevard
We skate, and pussy hole penetrating
Leaving all hoes aching, because we gon make it