James Harden

[Intro: Chuck Inglish]

Yo what up, it's Chuck Inglish, you are now in the mix

ILLROOTS Radio Three.5. live with OG Chase B

[Hook x2]

Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin'

Coming down on them thangs' swangin' bows James Harden

Riding through the city man I'm H-Town mobbin'

Coming down on them swangin'-swangin' bows James Harden

(ILLAMERICA baby!)

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

(Lean, lean, lean, lean)

Run for the money girl you cut too close so cold

And the D' pulled up in a 4'

My co-worker told me got a 50 for the O'

Old boy had to take the Tennessee for the low

Yeah, yeah wait, wait bitch don't tell me

Your first name Jamie, your best friend Tammy

Had them ass up in the hall like Tammity

How many hoes can I blow, Yosemite

Boom boom bitch get the fuck out my way

You can hear the trunk before I pull up all day, feels great

I can't be the nigga in the kk

Money from the rip save money til' the grave

Tell the nigga that seeks some moon beast

Put a tiger in a cage

By the swimming pool, shawty she said she wanna' hit a rave

Pop a molly, bout' to have an out-of-body experience

Nigga serious told her to meet me in the lobby

We in the hotel bathroom smoking OG kush she got me open

Hope I make it back to Houston whip this hooptie rusted-broken

Me being broke, that's a broken promise

Made a promise to myself gotta' keep it honest

Coming out of Dreams, nigga fuck a King of Diamonds

We in H-Town sippin', police behind us

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]

White cup full of screw juice, po'd up

I'm on a fresh set of 4's when I roll up

Candy paint, drop top, let it fold up

Hit the block on the box, yellin' "Hold up!"

Money on my [?] fitted

Fresh [?] go get it

Diamonds in my mouth, jelly got me so chilly

Gettin' TLC, pop bands like willies

No bike life, tryna counter Meek Milly

H-Town nigga but I'm flyin' to the Philly

Racks in my Trues, Ben Franks is my billies

Country ass nigga but my name not Willy

Cup stay [?] cause I popped the seal

Paint so wet like I copped a seal

Ridin' on glass box, watch the wheels

Time, money, so a nigga can't stop to chill

Cause I can't, headed to the bank

Supremes on my pedal, 93 in my tank

Sip 'till I faint, ball like a Saint

Broke N-O, real nigga, my reign

Waka Flocka Flames' all a young nigga spit

IPhone notes got a young nigga rich

Talk that pimp but knock a dumb nigga's bitch

Throwin' up money, got them dumb niggas sick

[Hook x2]