2AM in Memphis

Lately I been gambling with my life, I ain't crap out in a minute
Thought he was a gangsta 'til that boy start acting timid
Said he getting money but I caught him penny pinching
Took her to my house, I broke her back and now she limping

2 a.m. in Memphis, let me tell you how the story goes
Baby mama trying to take my money, so I'm acting broke
Niggas out here trying to set me up, but they don't think I know
Knowing I got shooters on the paper like they going pro

Pull up in a phantom when I catch 'em like I'm going ghost
Shotta, he gon' come like Mad Max, but he ain't keeping score
Only aim for head and shoulders left him with his knees and toes
Put 'em in a c- aye turn that shit down nigga

Know a hoe named Mary, heard she trapping on that OnlyFans
Lil' hoe, she a seven, off the hen' I make the hoe a ten
Heard lil' shawty said she like to blow, but she ain't in a band
Tell lil' shawty stay up on her knees, but she ain't into praying

Savage nigga call him Rock-Lee 'cause all he use is hands
Shooters who not missing off the aim like they was using zens
Tell him keep on playing with my money, he'll be kicking cans
Send him up to see his dead homie they'll be shaking hands

Lately I been gambling with my life, I ain't crap out in a minute
Thought he was a gangsta 'til that boy start acting timid
Said he getting money but I caught him penny pinching
Took her to my house, I broke her back and now she limping



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Writer(s): Fredrick Cunningham
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