Memphis Bleek534

[Verse 1-Memphis Bleek] Yeah, I come from bottom to the top I seen a lotta niggaz fall Top to bottom, cause they flows wasn't hot Them niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they not That's why I'm in the spot, Treat the?? Like the pot I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in order Hit records, it's like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota That's why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free hits and You niggaz let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin niggaz dimes Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not That's why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't sell shit [Scratched] You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4 (can't hear the rest) [Verse 2-Memphis Bleek] I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, bitches (that's when I had well-wishes) Niggaz call me prince of the city Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity How the same niggaz that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took to many pulls of the L on me Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes [Scratched] You heard the game and the name You heard the title niggaz, 5-3-4 © 2019