Steady Holdin Dorrough Music (Ft. Bun B)

[Verse 1: Dorrough Music]
Who the fuck ya'll talking to?
You niggas need to stay in your lane
On the outside looking in
You don't even understand this game
I done seen ya'll in these streets
I was running around in these clubs
Same niggas used to hate my shit
Now they all wanna show me love
[?] away
I'm already [?] in a [?]
[?]
[?] quarter tank of gassalene
Hit that bitch, no auntorage
Walked in that bitch [?]
Rock that show, just 1 deep
You ain't putting in work, nigga have a seat
I do this shit nigga, hands on
Tryna make my brand strong
If [?] rep this shit [?]
Fuck you niggas, I stand alone
I put that shit on Pimp C
I put that shit on Don Key
Imma hold this Texas shit down
I put that shit on Bun B
I put that shit on who? Screw
Moment of silants, R.I.P
As long as I keep this shit tril
Then a tril OG's gon ride with me
The tril as niggas gon ride with me
And me and my team gon ball to dеath
But Imma make sure we stand tall and rеp
So ya'll keep that fake shit to ya'll self