On My Way To Texas

[Verse 1]
I'm on my way to Texas, finna meet a nigga in a pure gold Lexus
With plenty keys, stackin' cheese, you should see his necklace
He damn near blind me from the diamonds gleaming on his neck
He got on Gators in club guy got on a Tommy set
I can't be messed up, I gotta get my ass in
He asked who I messed with, I told him I had no fellow friends
He told me, [?]"some shit was dumped from all of the keys, that we could still stay in touch"[?]
I'm told him, "whatever, whatever", I'm thinking of trying this nigga's nuts
But he was super straight, finally fell off in his crib
[?]On comfortable mattress[?], sippin' on Don that's the way to live
I got my ticket to my flight, I'm flying first class
Conversate with superstars, all [?]look as I pass[?]
I made 'em that Memphis tape with Sound looking for my dope
It's somber creeping, nigs write "redruM" by the grocery store
I told 'em my brother B took me cause I have no fucking friends
I got that dope out to the club, this shit will sell me in

[Chorus]
I been selling out the same dope house since the age of sixteen
Shufflin' crack like cards to you burnt out dope fiends
I been selling out the same dope house since the age of sixteen
Shufflin' crack like-

[Verse 2]
Next day, everybody know, Lil Yo got them twenty-five eighths
Wholesale, two for the fifteen, droppin' 'em on the triple beam
[?]Little kids say, "hit a bit of that dope[?]", fifty-five pounds of the light green shit
Ask 'em for the twenty-five, ain't that pure
Give it to the little man, don't come near
Flexin' in a Lexus cause I got my fucking ass in
I went from tennis shoes to Gators by the weekend
Kids off in the red, I'm finna think about somethin' else to eat
I got a call from the east of Austin bout the key
FBI they went to my home, so I'm staying at tel'
Me and Eazy chopping up the Yayo, one more bird to sell
Mane, I'm going broke, I got to switch to drinking Maker's [?]Set[?]
I heard a cock from a Glock, it quickly made me think
I'm grabbing my dope off the bed and quickly, I'm running off in the back
[?]Criminally was a sin[?], was supposed to be straight, but I'm gettin' robbed by my own friends
Damn, them folks be in the game, how the fuck I'm gon' pay the mane?
Load up the AK, it's time to get paid, the choice is simple: I'm making a stain

[Chorus]
I been selling out the same dope house-, I'm constantly, stacking them keys
I been selling out the same dope house-, I'm constantly, stacking them keys
I been selling-, I-, I been-, I-, I-, I-, I'm constantly, stack-, I'm constantly, stacking them keys

[Verse 3]
Early in the morning, got a phone call, "Who the fuck is this?"
It's the big mane outta Texas, said he need his shit
I sit and thought about what he said, and how he said it
Maybe he was the one that set me up, tryna leave me for dead
I told him, "Alright, I'll catch the next flight", hoping that I live
[?]For the both of y'all niggas from the threat,[?] saying, " He don't want we got to give"
Pull in the driveway, and you know we full of that dope
Keep proof of the mail man knocking on his front door
Told him that he needs to sign a package from the UPS
I'm in the bushes with my Tec, I'm scoping out his chest
Look, he came around the back, Mac approached him with gat
I knew where the stash was at, so we went and got it back
We can't fly back on the plane, cause we got too many shit mane
So we jump in the rental thang, balling on the highway mane
We made it to the M-Town, we got the whole city sold up
We selling birds on the triple beam, weighed up

[Chorus]
I'm constantly, stacking the keys, I'm constantly, stacking the keys
I been selling out the same dope house-, I'm constantly, stacking the keys
I been selling out the same dope house-
I'm constantly, stacking the keys, I'm constantly, stacking the keys
I been selling out the same dope house since the age of sixteen
Shuflling-