Under Gound Kings

Bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy water
Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape
Probably shouldn’t be driving, it just got so much harder
Can’t even see straight, I can’t even see straight
Oh, fuck with me, I buy the shots
Live a little, cause niggas die a lot, and lie a lot
But I’m the truth that’s right I fucking said it
The living proof that you ain’t gotta die to get to heaven
You Girl, you right there, you look like you like this shit
How’d I know, how’d I know? That’s me on some psychic shit
I could tell a lie if you asking me my where-abouts
But I might talk that real if you ask me what I care about
Rappin’ bitches, rappin’ bitches bitches
And rappin’ rappin’ an’ bitches until all of us switches
I swear, it’s been two years since somebody ask me who I was
I’m the greatest, man, I said that before I knew I was
That’s whats important, what really happened before this
When me and my crew was all about this rapper from New Orleans
Singing “walking like a man, finger on the trigger
I got money in my pocket, I’m a uptown nigga, ah”
With fame on my mind, my girl on my nerves
I was pushing myself to get something that I deserve
That was back in the days, Acura days
I was a cold dude, I’m getting back to my ways

[Hook]
People always ask how I got my nice things
Take my crown to the grave, I’m an underground king
I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told
Cause I’m down to spend whatever, lately I’ve been on a roll
And I do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga
Do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga
Do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga
Do it for the city, (UGK fuck these other niggas)