Reporting live from Memphis, where crime is at an all-time high
It has been an absolutely terrifying season of violence
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Leaving behind a rash of victims in the wake of the madness
City leaders are trying to sit down with some of the biggest influencers in the region to help save the city from the carnage
Yeah, yeah
I’m too big for these lil’ niggas who talkin’ that yap
I don’t like or follow none of these niggas, I’m sick of the cap
Gotti, why you got sеcurity, but you still got a strap?
Gotti worth a hundred million, grind like he in thе trap
I have wet dreams ’bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I’m not kiddin’
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, “I should mind my fuckin’ business”
I told Bagg to swap the name up, no Bread Gang, it’s the Loaf (Boyz)
Only reason I’m droppin’ a mixtape is ’cause I still give ’em hope
Perfect timin’, flawless diamonds, tennis chain ’round my throat (Icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin’ behind me ’cause in my city, it’s smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
Burn one of you fuck niggas like STD, yeah, that strap on me
No GPS, you DND, no iCloud, that’s F-E-D
Only time you seen a house like mine was an AirBnB (Speak)
Every car you think about, I got it, no car note, no lease (Skrrt)
Only time you seen a bitch like mine, your timeline on IG (Ha)
Niggas hate like hoes just ’cause they can’t get no money with me (Poor)
Only time we seein’ eye to eye if you come buy front row seats (Tour)
I could drop a money bag on your kufi
I play with paper, don’t make me use it
Switch go, “Fft, fft,” like an Uzi
Leave more shells than Taco Tuesday
They pay me to host and I pull up and hop out the Ghost like I’m James St. Patrick (Suited up)
Either a show or the gumbo, I’m really up off rappin’
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, “I should mind my fuckin’ business”
I have wet dreams ’bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I’m not kiddin’
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, “I should mind my fuckin’ business”
Pray for my city, crime at an all-time high
These young niggas geeked, they ready to die
And I ain’t no better, nigga, who am I?
I’m a big dope boy, I ain’t no role model
Big strap in the club, sippin’ gold bottles
Them double C’s, you know my hoes got ’em
You don’t get credit for bodies, you told ’bout ’em
Pussy lil’ nigga, big Gotti to you, I can pull up, Bugatti on you (Skrrt)
Yeah, that’s a million a tire, four million for four
I record in the livin’ room, swingin’ the door
Movin’ the blow
I was livin’ by trap or die ‘fore I ran into Snow
This a movie, no
All you wannabe dope boys watching Scarface and Blow
Cut off your TV and come to the trenches
Cut on the news and see who they mention
Know ’bout the double cross, what ’bout the triple?
Yeah, we call that shit welcome to Memphis
Say he a plug, he thinkin’ he Chapo
Fuck ’round with me, I’ma knock off his taco
Rip shit out the plastic, cook it and bag it, put shit on the floor, you thinkin’ I’m Latto
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
I have wet dreams ’bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I’m not kiddin’ (Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, “I should mind my fuckin’ business”
