MEMPHIS TN ft. BosCo Bouquet Lyrics

Most people don't know the history

They do not understand what this shit meant to me

When I first heard this shit, picture me

Freshman at Wooddale

I bumped this religiously

Project Pat splashed in the industry

Memphis shit everywhere

1st track of Ghetty Green

NORTH MEMPHIS

But I swear we felt that shit

All the way in the East

I was just flowin', my pen would leak

All onto paper, just jottin' my memories

Funny how life is symmetry

With asymmetrical thoughts

In the middle we "little" speak

"Small talk", big talk sounds to them biggotry

If history serves us correct

Atlanta took our crunk shit

But it was born down in Memphis Tennessee

Now as you can see

The whole industry mimicin'

The Memphis scene

Everythang, from the beats to the flows

But they do not know what to order from Dixie Queen

They called us country, but we gettin' money

It's dirty, but shit, still a nigga clean

Even when we outta town,

Its all in our blood, they can feel the energy

This one for Infamous

Skinny Pimp

K-Rock and Indo G

Koopsta, ya hearin' this

Style I presented with

Gotta give credit to all of the niggas who did this shit

Way before I even thought about rappin'

Or hoppin' on tracks

I did all my due diligence

Thanks for the gift, mane this shit is terrific

My listeners love how I spit this shit

I was raised in East Memphis

Parkway Village to be specific

Chuck Street where I was livin'

Wooddale where I was givin'

Plenty game now I give it

Back to both of my children

If you want it go get it

No rewards for the timid

What's a roof with no ceilin'

That's a sky with no limit

Uh heyyyy

Ok, we jammin' like a locker

I be so fresh this is awkward

Aye shout out to Guappa Robert

I'm the reason Memphis City Schools

Had put us in Dockers

I got mine behind a counter

From mackin' my cousin doctor

What you know bout pullin' up

And gang bangers drop they posture

Surrounded by the cheddar

Southern Jalapeño Popper

A magician in these Penny's

I ain't talkin' bout no copper

To humanity, I'm Danity

Divine show stopper

Such a bad mother....

Goin' Dum Dum, you lil' suckaz

I be jammin' like Smucker's

All in other niggaz hood, hoopin'

Kobe at the Rucker

I'm so sorry girls, I was a busta'

So we had to suffer

They know the grind structured

You'll never find another

Pull a chair up to my table

All day it's time for supper

In the Valley, I done passed mo' plates

Than a hunnid ushers

Join churches for the chicks

Then I'm quick to honey mustard

Yea, I dip, baby, dip

Then it's doubled like The Clipse

Call me Church's Chicken Coop

I be so fresh on da strip

How I laid the staff

It made her decision shift

Memphis nigga inked up

Like a permission slip

I'm by any means

I brought them thangs in off a Lyft

Yo connection's tiny

Like its hangin' off a cliff

Call the route Stromile

I'm gettin' em back Swift

Packs wrapped wit mo' tape than DatPiff