Lyrics UGK - Beretta Biz

This that weekend cartoons house party dark room flow
4 month tour March April May
June shows
Fools gold and rhinestones at times we used to do those
Fake it till you make it but my bars were never pseudo
And still we tryne get there
You would understand why if you ever had to live here
Soaring is my vengeance cuz my wings they tried to clip yea
Learned the game early trading story′s in my big chair
No camp fire no tents here Maybe 2 months up on the rent here and that's being honest
Yea no pausing though we reaching commas and I′m being modest
Just me and my bitch
Somewhere in the tropics
Aware they speak no English but language of money common
So we good tho
My motivations based off how things could go
You on the block for 20 years you older but never did grow
So ya advice for me is about as useful as a wood stove
Ya mouth like 7-11 it never do close no sarcasm
All I got for bitches is an orgasm No more passion this war path
That I'm on keep me close to my ratchet
Change the only thing that's constant I suppose to keep stacking
A feast within arms reach ima let y′all keep snacking
My whole perimeter covered never known to be lacking
Watch them niggas that speak but throw shots in they captions Bitch
And I guess it′s safe to say im a king underground
Yea I'm sure they′d all agree I'm a king underground
My mom said son once you get it don′t let em take ya crown
Reign supreme over these beats make em bow down
Wonder rhyming shit
Me and my conglomerate
Ain't caught up in accomplishments
Cuz we ain′t made it out this bitch
Everybody want nice things
Everybody want nice things
But I won't sell my soul to get it its out the devils price range
Chandelier got residue of coke
I could scrape up a bow
Once was dedicated to that water like panning for gold
Got a new pack once a week I was handing it out
Before the new shipment had to order new dishes
We started at the shack and I ain't talking fu shnickens
I′m talking 5 deep in 2 door coupes whipping
The early bird winning no alarm clock needed
Delight in good days like we Ice Cube siblings
Never once made a killing
But enough to copp my fitteds
Maybe wine and dine a couple chickens clucking round the crib and
Be coming on repeat
Shout out my nigga Sig the B.Coming on repeat
It got me through some shit when I ain′t think I would succeed
And I guess it's safe to say im a king underground
Yea I′m sure they'd all agree I′m a king underground
My mom said son once you get it don't let em take ya crown
Reign supreme over these beats make em bow down