Marcus Money - Seawall to the Skyline (feat. Young Snipe) [Album Version]

From the seawall to the skyline, Texas
Where we're on one, and we all drive wreckless
On I-10 with the roof back, flexin'
Fully gassed up and it ain't no unleaded
Got me throwed off the rip, from the cup that I sip
I'ma represent Texas, third coast off the city
Everybody in my hood, either got it or, get it
I'm in it, ain't trippin', on this money mission
Got real one's from H-town to seawall with me
Watch for undercovers 'cause I keep on killin'
Raised in the county where the hustlers' dealin'
Only thing on my mind's keep my eyes on a million
Raised on the brick, so I might as well slang
Slow, loud and blown, with a trunk full of bang
I done came up from nothin', still doin' my thang
Stood in my lane, ain't a damn thing changed
Still keep aggressin', money invested
I'm the one who got it without a damn question
Mama told me, son, you're a blessin'
All this comin' in, I ain't even gon' stress it
County done taught me to live
H-town done taught me to dream
Bitch I still look up to Pimp
Keep it one thousand with my team
I break up and roll up the weed. Haters keep their eyes on a g
From 610 to G-town, and all in between
Gotta pop that trunk when you're knockin' fifteens
With the roof back, gone, 'cause the top is deceased
Chop it like my music 'cause I like a slow beat
See me in the Wicked off of 517
Always ridin' dirty, even though I'm lookin' clean
From seawall to skyline, we've got what you need
Bitch I'm still tippin', throwed off, reckless
Drivin' in the rain, like I'm Paul Wall swangin'
Dirty third coast, only place that I'm claimin'
Gotta represent for the lone star state
From the seawall to the skyline, Texas (H-town to G)
Where we're on one, and we all drive wreckless (Go on and swang homie)
On I-10 with the roof back, flexin' (My top gone)
Fully gassed up and it ain't no unleaded. Yeah I said it
From the seawall to the skyline, Texas (H-town to G)
Where we're on one, and we all drive wreckless (Go on and swang homie)
On I-10 with the roof back, flexin'
Fully gassed up and it ain't no unleaded (O.G.)
From the seawall to the skyline, them high rises, back to the island
H-town to G-county, 'bout time finally, we reunited, I'm done
Now you know where I'm from
I'm from the place they brawl, out by the gates, and fall up on their face
To ball, they catch a case. Their all in to win
They walk a thin line. I'm on it. My grind is strong
'Cause I used to crawl. Now I run
Gotta get me somethin'
Them 2000's, I was smilin' on the island on blue dolphins
Before mollies, sippin' activist rxs wasn't no coughin'
Mommy was a stripper and my daddy took them losses
I was 7 at Heartbreakers, in the strip club, feeling awesome
And now I'm bossin', livin' like a movie
Many tried to cross me. Many tried to do me
Livin' like Jefferson. Turned a negative to a positive
(Movin on up)
Get it how you gotta get it, but you get it how you live
And it is what it is - Square biz
From the seawall to the skyline, Texas (H-town to G)
Where we're on one, and we all drive wreckless (Go on and swang homie)
On I-10 with the roof back, flexin' (My top gone)
Fully gassed up and it ain't no unleaded. Yeah I said it
From the seawall to the skyline, Texas (H-town to G)
Where we're on one, and we all drive wreckless (Go on and swang homie)
On I-10 with the roof back, flexin'
Fully gassed up and it ain't no unleaded (O.G.)

Written by:
MARCUS WAYNE SIMPSON

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