Yeah
This that third coast, player
Where the candy drip slow and the truth talk loud
Texas forever
I'm just ridin' through my city with the sun on fade
Chrome wheels spinnin', let the record play
Old-school feel, trunk bang all day
Third coast livin', that's the Texas way
Back when Screw tapes used to ride the block
We ain't have much, but the hustle don't stop
White tees, gold grill, pocket full of hope
Tryna make it out the mud, stay away from the rope
Candy red slab, seats smell like pine
Got the cross hangin' down, swingin' with time
Momma prayin' nightly I don't lose my soul
But them corners get cold when you chasin' that gold
I'm just ridin' through my city with the sun on fade
Chrome wheels spinnin', let the record play
Old-school feel, trunk bang all day
Third coast livin', that's the Texas way
I came up off Bun, Face, and Keke
Talkin' real life nothin' on TV
Sippin' that Sprite, mixed slow, stay chill
Southside born with that northern steel
Old head taught me how to grind with grace
Keep your name good, keep your faith in place
Now I'm sittin' here, rims glowin' at night
Feelin' blessed just to make it through the fight
Windows down, let the smoke roll free
Purple tint cloudin' my memory
Life moves slow when you live this way
But that's alright that's the Texas way
I'm just ridin' through my city with the sun on fade
Chrome wheels spinnin', let the record play
Old-school feel, trunk bang all day
Third coast livin', that's the Texas way
Yeah, slow down your tape, pour up your cup
Pay respect to the ones that raised us up
From H-town down to that S.A. clay
We still swing, we still pray the Texas way
