[Intro: Lil' Keke]
You know we came from nothin' (Yes)
But we a long way from the bottom now (Yung Bala on the beat) (Haha)
It can't rain forever
Say

[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
I'm sick of these n***as—let's get it on
Yeah, I came for the money; I got it and now, I'm gone (Gone)
Childish-ass n***as; I'm grown, let alone goin' hard
Bitch, I'm still in the zone—they got me wrong (Yeah)
Hater, ya bitch on my line; I catch her later
I'm a monster when it come to the paper, and you a faker
Smokin' on some purple and gold, look like a Laker
And I told you n***as, play on the sidewalk whеre it's safer (N***a)
Suckers gеt mad when you keepin' it right
But I'm movin' through the crowd like a thief in the night
N***as playin'—"Get off my dick" is what I'm sayin'
I'm too busy out here purchasin' land, and you a fan
Addicted to the money, I arrange these plays
It's too late for me to change my ways, n***a
I said addicted to the money, I arrange these plays
It's too late for me to change my ways—check me out!

[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (South)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard)
Got a pocket full of money and he's still goin' hard (Woo)
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (Say)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard)
Got a pocket full of money and he's still goin' hard (Hard)
[Interlude: Lil' Keke]
We cut so different
You might be gettin' this game from a n***a who did twenty flat
Ha
We under the old law
Represent it well
I say

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Popped trunk wit' candy paint
I had a trap house wit' purple drank and candy dank (Drank)
Kream Clicc, Persona Gang—rob, shoot, or shank (Uh-huh)
Befo' I had this millions, I was trappin', jackin'; used to take (Take)
Broke as fuck, we had to huddle up, put twenty in the gas tank (Uh-huh)
Blue Buick lookin' foolish—MACs, TECs, Ks, Dracs (Oh, word)
Pull up, make a movie first shot; we don't do takes (Gimme that)
But we do (Uh-huh) take chalk, line, yellow tape (Yep)
My grandma hear my lines; she say she prayin' for me every day (Uh-huh)
My mama say she proud of me—"Son, you know you made the way" (Oh, word)
The opps be talkin' down on me, mad they partner in the grave (Uh-uh)
I keep that tre (Maxo) pound on me, (Maxo) ratchet; tote 'em (Maxo) to the bank (Maxo)

[Chorus: Lil' Keke & Paul Wall]
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (South)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard)
Got a pocket full of money and he's still goin' hard (Woo)
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (Say)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard) (What it do?)
Got a pocket full of money (It's Paul Wall, baby) and he's still goin' hard (Hard)
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
I'm straight out the Lone Star State, grindin' for decades
But I ain't even half-done yet; you ain't seen my best days
I'm Front Page P; my slab got 'em writin' essays
When I turn up the bass, massage backs and cause headaches
X-ray the way the glass is see-through
Ridin' on spokes and Vogues slowly; that's how we do
Mouth full of karats, my pockets thicker than some beef stew
Just got back from Chichen Itzá, headed to Machu Picchu
So that's why I've been peaceful, wrists glowin' like my G
I'm flyer than the UAP—you clean, but you ain't me
And everything was paid for; none of it was free
I got more hustles than there's parkin' spots at NRG
So look and see but don't stare too hard; them diamonds might blind you
Have ya stuck at the light wit' ten candy cars behind you
You know the name; it ain't no need to remind you
It's the Slab God, people's champ; it's Paul Wall, baby

[Chorus: Lil' Keke]
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (South)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard)
Got a pocket full of money and he's still goin' hard (Woo)
He got chains on his neck, (Neck) diamonds in his mouth (Mouth)
He was born here in Texas, homie, raised in the South (Say)
Trap full of fiends, (Fiends) slabs in the yard (Yard)
Got a pocket full of money and he's still goin' hard (Hard)