Cnote - Third Coast Born Part 2 lyrics

[talking:] Third Coast n***a, Third Coast Born Part two n***a, what it do [Hook: x3] Third Coast born, but that don't mean we third place [x3] This is how we ride, reside on Southside [C-Note:] Third Coast Born, but that don't mean we third place H-Town Southside, putting diamonds in they face Raise hell from the cell, now the King is back With enough paper stacks, to match Mattress Matt And they know me in the hood, and through out the city Only n***a independent, stacking do' like Diddy In a Lamborghino, sitting low I'm pretty I'll make your lil' Camaro, look real silly Ought to be against the law, the way I'm sh**ting on boys Know we Third Coast for life, dropping bricks on boys So holla at me mayn, cause we got the game sold Only H-Town rapper, that really roll 4's That really roll fo's, that really pimp hoes Botany Boys/Screwed Up Click, yeah we in the game thoed I bet that advance, you got was weak It's C-Note I run the streets, a million dollars a week what [Hook x2] [C-Note:] They looking at me, I'm looking at ya Now you all lied out, on the stretcher They come to wet ya, they come to get ya Don't be messing, with the Southside tester I'm a known wrecker, you know my music sell Even clubs bump my sh**, out in ATL Cause I got clientele, I stay on the go Real girls, could you get down on the flo' And drop it like whoa, for the Third Coast Steady cooking up them chickens, watching birds toast You know we heard most, we make 'em get ghost n***az try to shut me down, but they ain't get close Want me to lay in red, or either end up dead Weak n***az, even put a price on my head But I be busting lead, I got them n***az scared I be hustling, till they free Smud and free Dez [Hook x2] [C-Note:] I'm from the Third Coast, n***az better get it right I shine bright, make 'em blind man gaining sight I'm in it for the fight, I gotta keep it hype I'm in a number one game, where you'll lose your life You ain't seen my type, cause I'm above average Piece and chain pinky ring, got a million karats I'm a young savage, strictly about that cabbage You can try to run up, I let you n***az have it Hey boy, you ain't run you know what it do I shut down MLK, when I'm coming through See me coming true, n***az is running too And I ain't even pull my strap out, on them fools This is for Texas, Mississippi, Alabama Florida, Tennessee, them folks out in Louisiana I spit that country grammar, you know who I am'a I hold it down for my peeps, still in the slammer [Hook x2]