Dyl the Killsmith - Houston Nights (feat. Balhead) Lyrics

I keep my energy at bay just like a cruise-ship
I shoot my shot, I made the weapon I'm the gunsmith
Usain Bolt, league of my own, who you run with
Bank teller know Balhead, who you fund with
People always talking bout all that gun shit
Money without the respect really don't run shit
People think it's so cool to be so counterfeit
Everybody that's sensitive need to get a grip
I hate yes men that try to be ya
Best friend
Same one responsible for why the cops swept in
Same niggas always switching sides when they repping
Same niggas always run away when they pressing
I think it's better to be alone on some tiger shit
Cause when you run with pussies they be having pride and shit
And they f*ck ya hoes behind ya back they hiding shit
And when shit get greasy they be ready to slide on quick

And when shit get greasy they be ready slide on quick
Got no time for fools, fakers, haters or a snitch
I can pull a hair trigger like a light switch
But I rather fondle your bitch and suck on her tits
Like a fresh prince
Headed through Bel Air
Balhead brought the beats and I brought the hair
Ain't a worry in sight or a damn to care
Hit the store for swisher sweets ain't a hater dare
Hoes stare
When we ride by
Cruisin' through the H
Wear a smile wide
Look at how I focus
Look at how I climb
And we blowin' clouds
Make it rain after while
You just can't relate if you ain't from the South
Just a young kid with a hell of a style
As I meditate I raise my levels like wow
And keep my motherf*ckin' name
Out your motherf*ckin'
Mouth

I took my time like the words
Owe me something big
I stay afloat above pollution
Like the oil rigs
I know the world moving faster
Than an orgasm
I'm pulling shit with the
Muscle like a back spasm
Nobody worried about names
Until you competition
It's an on going thing
Like in a repetition
This shit will kill you slow
It's like there's no remission
The past got you on lock
It's like you in a prison
They say a face full of hair
Means wisdom
You need strategies and planning
For your missions
At your lowest time you see
Who really f*cking with ya
Or they cut you out the frame
Like we cropping pictures
You Can never step down once
You reach a higher level
You won't get it back
If you sold it to the devil
I suggest you keep that
Product on hold
Cause you switching out
They souls for that mold