Memphganistan Lyrics

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Sometimes a nigga really just seat back and just ponder

How niggas think ion gotta make it through the year, just the summer

100 rounds young niggas shooting tryna score even after the buzzer

But they'll rebound and pass to their teammates whole squad going for triple double

Nigga said he gone beat me to death

Ima make you stand on that

Right down to ya very last breath

Make sure that you win that bet

That boy got shot in cold blood

Shouldn't been out here sending threats

All he heard someone please call nine-1-1 sounding like Wyclef

Niggas better get outta dodge, before I pull up in that dodge

Show y'all what to except if claim you coming for one of ours

Usually a nigga just get robbed, But you on your way to see god

Glock nine with a 357 let's see if you can beat the odds

On this side we known for drills

Ease my mind when I'm poppin seals

Say my name you gone get killed

Streets is cold it'll give you chills

Start calling my young nigga lil xan, cause all he know is pop and pill

FN with a flashlight attachment, you're the new star of this film

Spin the block we wreaking havoc

Slide ona opp broad day in traffic

Breakin news, closed caption

Funeral, but it was an close casket

Went from the internet to an early grave, all over some fucking capping

We bring a new feel to this shooting, our version of March Madness

I think it's time that we switch the play

Find out where your homeboy stay

Mini vans right at his place

Kick door my type anyway

Masked up with that heat moon walking

Moving in sync like the Jabbawockeez

All black on like Marvin the Martian

Rugers and a couple of carbons

Don't miss when our eyes on the target

Straight out the gutter young demons starving

Red beam on his chest got em coughing

From milly rocking to diddy bopping

Can't leave no room for retaliation

Pull triggers with no hesitation

Living room ceiling picasso painted

Living room floor full of shell cases

Srrkt, left the scene vacant

Headshots can't recognize their faces

Using they teeth for identification

Whole block they just yellow taped it

On social media pictures getting uploaded

RIP comments getting posted

You six feet

We on the run

Let's see who can lay the lowest

Bitch nigga shouldn't provoked us

Keep a stick like my name Moses

Stay with my brothers like our name Jonas

These memphis streets they be the coldest

Could lose your life at any moment

Grave site full of roses

Should've gotten your flowers while you was still here nigga

Now the vase is broken

On this side we known for drills

Ease my mind when I'm poppin seals

Say my name you gone get killed

Streets is cold it'll give you chills

Start calling my young nigga lil xan, cause all he know is pop and pill

FN with a flashlight attachment, you're the new star of this film

Spin the block we wreaking havoc

Slide ona opp broad day in traffic

Breakin news, closed caption

Funeral, but it was an close casket

Went from the internet to an early grave, all over some fucking capping

We bring a new feel to this shooting, our version of March Madness