HAND MADE IN HOUSTON

Yeah
On god imma bout to step this shit up
We in the desert with this shit Kemosabe
(Yuh)
What the fuck's good (Nick)
Uh aye
Chillin' in my basement
Props to the man
Who always likes to do the most
And when you like to brag
Is when you start to boast
But it's not a toast
For the dinner ceremony almost over
Aye
Red rover
Red rover
Bitch you can come over here
Cause you being real distant
I don't need to be a politician in this shit
But I just bring up the points that I'm presented
You don't know what the fuck I be doing
Don't check my mofuckin' twitter mentions
Aye, I'm in a whole new dimension
And I set the stage for a whole need act
So just don't classify me as shit cause that's wack
Don't put me in a box no more (please)
Don't put me in no boxes no more
Cause I be busting out the seams
And I be fulfilling all my dreams
And you don't know what I keep in the stock
Cause I'm a fein
I don't know how to explain the anomalies to ya
But I don't wanna mention this shit
Cause it might go right through ya
Or over your head
You don't gotta understand shit that I said
You looking at me like Ed, Edd and Eddy
Don't get funny
This ain't Fridays at Teddy's
Cause you know I'm getting ready
To bust the beretti
Everybody knows I gotta be the center of attention always
Why you judging?
You can leave that shit in the hallways
Ain't got no hall pas for your boy nowadays
But I be going through the months
And they all just feel like days
Cause I'm losing track of time
And I feel like I'm losing my god damn mind
(Huh)
Fresh water hard to come by in the desert (Aye)
God don't give no fucks about the weather
I'm just coming through
And I got my pistol ready
And it's wrapped in the leather
Handmade down in Houston
But we ridin' through
(Yuh)
But we ridin' through
(Aye)
But we ridin' through
(Yeah)
(Woah)
Nick
Jay Cee the Giant