Dyl the Killsmith - Third Coast Lyrics

This that southern sound, The Killsmith on the prowl
They forgot bout us down, here
2019 our year, Watch me

There ain't no other like me
Reppin' 713 down to PAT
(Port Arthur, Texas)
Livin' this third coast life made me
I'm up to bat and i'm takin' my swing
Feelin' the funk of an underground king

There ain't no other like me
Reppin' 713 down to PAT
Livin' this third coast life made me
I'm up to bat and i'm takin' my swing
Feelin' the funk of an underground king

I be in the H, Slip my ride in to hyper-drive as I ride down 45
Gotta clear my mind, stress be comin' from all angles
Military mind so I still survive
Look into my eyes see I been through hell
Due to the DUI judge threw my in jail
Due to the drugs see my families fail
Too close to the tree guess the apple done fell
Cause i'm, high as I write the lines
Passing through time be a legend for I die
Doing the deeds you attemptin' to try
I earn my wings after life I will fly
If I leave early momma don't you cry
Just know your son has been ready to die
God gonna challenge me, not gonna lie
Sometime it feel like he not on my side
But I pray
To make it through the day
Adversity kicking my ass on the way
School of hard knocks graduated with A's
In the Third coast I am never gonna stray
Opposite of black put my city on the map
Public announcement the south comin' back
F*ck all the mumble f*ck all the trap
Country ass boy with some funky ass tracks

There ain't no other like me
Reppin' 713 down to PAT
(Port Arthur, Texas)
Livin' this third coast life made me
I'm up to bat and i'm takin' my swing
Feelin' the funk of an underground king

There ain't no other like me
Reppin' 713 down to PAT
(Port Arthur, Texas)
Livin' this third coast life made me
I'm up to bat and i'm takin' my swing
Feelin' the funk of an underground king

I'm feelin' so throwed, I'm feelin' so throwed mayne
Got a heart of gold, Got a heart of gold mayne
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' so throwed mayne
Got a heart of gold, Got a heart of gold mayne

Fittin' the mold i'm pavin' the whole way
I can navigate in like all 4 ways
Digging your grave, keep your soul mayne
Hop on the soul train, south is my home mayne
Try to take my woman I beat you to pulp mayne
Anger unfold and these hands get to throw mayne
Focus on my figured and the few
Keep a small circle put us on in the booth
Already understood tuned into the, truth
Every track I go in, credible

(Focus on my figured and the few
Keep a small circle put us on in the booth
Already understood tuned into the, truth
Every track I go in, credible)

There ain't no other like me
Reppin' 713 down to PAT
(Port Arthur, Texas)
Livin' this third coast life made me
I'm up to bat and i'm takin' my swing
Feelin' the funk of an underground king

There ain't no other like me
There ain't no other like me
Reppin' 713 down to PAT
(Port Arthur, Texas)
Livin' this third coast life made me
Livin' this third coast life made me
I'm up to bat and i'm takin' my swing
Feelin' the funk of an underground king

(Feelin' the funk of an underground king)
Country ass boy with some funky ass tracks
(Feelin' thefunk, Feelin' the, Feelin' the, Feelin' the funk of an underground king)
Look into my eyes see i been through hell
(Watch me, wha-wha-what me)