Memphganistan

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Sometimes a nigga really just seat back and just ponder
How niggas think I on got to 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 911 sounding like Wyclef
Niggas better get outta dodge, Before I pull up in that dodge
Show y'all what to except if claim you comin for one of ours
Usually a nigga just get robbed, But you on yo way to see god
Glock 9 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 popping seals
Say my name you gone get killed
Streets is cold it'll give you chills
Start callin 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 wreakin 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 fuckin cappin
We bring a new feel to this shootin, 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 walkin
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 starvin
Red beam on his chest got em coughin
From milly rockin to diddy boppin
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 callin 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 wreakin 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 fuckin cappin
We bring a new feel to this shootin, our version of March Madness



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Wade
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