Palm Trees In Memphis
Ay, you ever seen palm trees in Memphis nigga? (I doubt it)
Probably not huh
Come visit my crib (Gotti Estates)
Look
Poverty, yeah, we come from poverty
Palm trees in my backyard
Now we sleeping luxury
Chandelier like 250
Grip here long as you wit' me
Don't nothing else really mean shit (Why not)
'Cause you was here when I ain't have shit (My nigga)
Ectasy's on the Rolls Royce's
Stable in my garage, that's a lot of horses
Closet look like Foot Locker
That's a lot of Forces
And Dior's
Look like I just got a shoe endorsement
I be talkin' to myself
It's like I'm hearing voices
Stay street or go corporate
Them really the choices
I'm sorry I'm gangsta
Never pay for enforcements
When it's time to slide
I'm the one to endorse it
I know that I'm bigger
Mo' money, mo' problems
In my city who richer
Point 'em out and we'll rob 'em
Street addiction, addict
I'm far from average
But my mind still savage
Which shaped my habits
Blue skies
Black tint
Cavale floors
Electric fence
No suicide thoughts less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas wit' money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
Mama praying for me, keep me out of danger
Mama pray for me, help me wit' this anger
What happened to my niggas
I see nothing but strangers
Gotti how it feel
Not only did you make it out
You took some niggas wit' you
That say a lot about you
Why would niggas doubt you (I don't know)
Where would Memphis be without you
How many times I prove you wrong
I didn't put on for my city
Nigga I put my city on
The streets planted these seeds
Nowadays it's like we print money
Or money grow on trees
My house feel like a hotel
Sometimes I can't believe it
Let's suffocate these pussies
Now let these niggas breath
'Cause what if this a dream (what if)
I wake back up
I'm right back in the hood (Fuck you mean)
And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees
Street nigga life not fair
But that won't be a light scare
That'll be a nightmare
Blue skies
Black tint
Cavale floors
Electric fence
No suicide thoughts less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas wit' money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
(Yeah,yeah)
Palm trees, and a lot of angels
Probably not huh
Come visit my crib (Gotti Estates)
Look
Poverty, yeah, we come from poverty
Palm trees in my backyard
Now we sleeping luxury
Chandelier like 250
Grip here long as you wit' me
Don't nothing else really mean shit (Why not)
'Cause you was here when I ain't have shit (My nigga)
Ectasy's on the Rolls Royce's
Stable in my garage, that's a lot of horses
Closet look like Foot Locker
That's a lot of Forces
And Dior's
Look like I just got a shoe endorsement
I be talkin' to myself
It's like I'm hearing voices
Stay street or go corporate
Them really the choices
I'm sorry I'm gangsta
Never pay for enforcements
When it's time to slide
I'm the one to endorse it
I know that I'm bigger
Mo' money, mo' problems
In my city who richer
Point 'em out and we'll rob 'em
Street addiction, addict
I'm far from average
But my mind still savage
Which shaped my habits
Blue skies
Black tint
Cavale floors
Electric fence
No suicide thoughts less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas wit' money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
Mama praying for me, keep me out of danger
Mama pray for me, help me wit' this anger
What happened to my niggas
I see nothing but strangers
Gotti how it feel
Not only did you make it out
You took some niggas wit' you
That say a lot about you
Why would niggas doubt you (I don't know)
Where would Memphis be without you
How many times I prove you wrong
I didn't put on for my city
Nigga I put my city on
The streets planted these seeds
Nowadays it's like we print money
Or money grow on trees
My house feel like a hotel
Sometimes I can't believe it
Let's suffocate these pussies
Now let these niggas breath
'Cause what if this a dream (what if)
I wake back up
I'm right back in the hood (Fuck you mean)
And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees
Street nigga life not fair
But that won't be a light scare
That'll be a nightmare
Blue skies
Black tint
Cavale floors
Electric fence
No suicide thoughts less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas wit' money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
(Yeah,yeah)
Palm trees, and a lot of angels
Credits
Writer(s): Ed Townsend, Mario Mims, Tarik Azzouz, Nicholas Warwar
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