In that space city
Where they chop and screw
And hustle they got plenty
Free yo mind
Just unwind
Reminisce and wonder what is time
Oh what is time, oh what is time

Reminiscing thinking bout the city where I got grown
U of H 3rd ward Frenchy’s on the corner
It’s turn out city
That’s the word that’s on the streets
They think that I’m suburban
Come with ponytails and pleats
I am that burb girl
Come to open up your mind
Introduce you to my world
Show that I’m one of a kind
Thankfully a mixture of the knowledge that you pick up
From books and all the crooks that you could come across and think of
I stayed on top of school
And I was making liquor runs
Passing all my classes
I was climbing poles for fun
Steady gettin’ grown
Out of school
Becoming a power player
A thicker skin, a stronger force
A pity for all my haters
The beauty of a woman that I see in my reflection
Flaws and scars
They add to my perfection
Salute to the “H”
cause’ you taught me how to climb
Don’t regret a single thing
When I travel back in time

In that space city
Where they chop and screw
And hustle they got plenty
Free yo mind
Just unwind
Reminisce and wonder what is time
Oh what is time, oh what is time

And you ain’t gotta be a PHD to see
The PA in Tawn P
The female Bun B
Cause I’m repping that H
Each and every single street
Got people from the northside
West and the east
Follow me
Fine female flowing at 5’3
Flying down Richmond
Ya chick eyeing me
Now we at the Galleria
What’s ya chick buying me
She’s so pretty but
Not thrifty
Coca cola curves say she’s from that MO city
Yes darlin beg my pardon
Purses all real
She ain’t get it off on Harwin
Daddy up in Huntsville
Mama stay leaned out
So she hit dreams up
And turn the whole scene out
Welcome to hustleville
Where they screw and chop us
Fans stay plotting
And watching with they binoculars
And them boy’s out that NO
Riding with them choppers

In that space city
Where they chop and screw
And hustle they got plenty
Free yo mind
Just unwind
Reminisce and wonder what is time
Oh what is time, oh what is time

I be the rose that came up out the bottom
Been off in these streets
My sister bangin screw tape
Had to cop one
RIP FAT PAT
No passin’ me
Hoggin lanes
Swangin’ wide
Hit that 45 and make my way back to that Southside
Clayton Homes, TSU, Scott and Drew, pull up on me
OST, so South Flea, I’m Yellowstone
Niggas know me
Po up for the Bayou Citie
Houston Texas, Love it Mane
1st, 2nd, 3rd ward
Hiram Clarke, Lovers Lane
I’m in the yard, Jack Yates
This is it, what it do
Poppin trunk, laying low
Smoked out, bangin’ screw
I’m so Houston like the Styrofoam you pour your deuce in
From 45 to 59, 288 to 610
So hop in with the lyricist
Pictures this see me rollin
Mokah and Tawn P on these back streets
Overflowin’
Elbowin’ through yo lane
I’m on my Southside shit
Welcome to Houston Texas
Where we swang on a bitch

In that space city
Where they chop and screw
And hustle they got plenty
Free yo mind
Just unwind
Reminisce and wonder what is time
Oh what is time, oh what is time