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B*t*h, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side) Well, I don't know who told you that (My mama) Well, she f**king lied Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up All the streets with all thеse beats I body beats, I'm not discreet {Chorus: iLovеMemphis] Wake up in the morning then I dab Had to pull up on the block cause today I get to whip And you know my top drop and my car’s name is nae-nae Had to hit the Quan cause today is a good day This is how I feel on the inside All you non-talent rappin' motherf**kers better run and hide You worthless, you have no purpose, f**kin' imposter You gots to get it through your head You won't ever get no handout F**kin' with your a**, it'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect) My flow increased, my dough increased You know I leave them all deceased I am a f**king beast, I'm from the East I keep the peace, don't need a piece But I keep a piece, got it, capisce? That boy gon' eat, this is a feast Once I release, I'm smokin' trees I bought my sh*t, I don't need no lease So f**k you up like Master P (Perfect) This sh*t right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police Shooting my shot like the police All on the block like the police, man, who gon' (Stop, stop) The police from leaving bodies in the motherf**kin' streets, man? (Fire, per-per-perfect) Pop these n*ggas like a wheelie, n*gga, you a silly n*gga In the hood with them billy n*ggas and them Hoover n*ggas You run up and they shootin' n*ggas, we ain't hoopin', n*gga Yo KB, you a loser, n*gga, up that Uzi, n*gga On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone She wanna f**k, but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw Man that's really all I use her for, I kick her out the door I don't want her, you can keep the w****, she fiendin' for some more Nah, let me keep going Show you how I lean, then dab Nice shoes, car clean cause it’s sunny outside That mean I pull up with my top down I don’t have a top now Mama told me never leave the house without my nightgown Mama I’m on BET so I can act hyped now On 'em like the WWE and lay the smackdown That’s a lot to handle, how could he manage? Mr. Hit the Quan went viral, gigantic Hold up wait face it, go ahead pump your brakes fast Always used to dodge cops, riding around with no plate tags But they can never catch me, driving like a taxi Waiting on my taxes, lights camera action Finna play Michael Jackson, Oprah's in a jacket Take it but I'll match it, y’all not in my bracket It’s iHeart Memphis but I also love dabbing I done took off on em, I feel like a pilot I done took off on em, I don’t care bout the mileage I’m so VIP all I know is private I’ll take the steak, the strip, and the salad Cause growing up in Memphis, Tennessee I couldn’t have it Now come correct [Verse 4: 6ix9ine} In New York, my n*ggas don't Milly Rock, my n*ggas money bop Blow a case, a n*gga throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block Quarter milli' in the stash box, I grinded for my spot N*ggas talkin' 'bout that cash, but my bag worth a lot I don't f**k with no old hoes, only new hoes Put my d**k in her backbone, I pa** her to my bro I don't love her, that's a sad ho, she a bad ho I'ma f**k her, then I dash home, to the cash, ho I'm on some rob a n*gga sh*t, take the n*gga b*t*h Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that sh*t hit Shout out *******, but I f**ked that n*gga b*t*h N*ggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it hold fifty, uh Move milli', all my n*ggas on fifty, uh Talk down (Pew pew pew), you silly, uh (Fah-fah-fah-fah) Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids Spinnin' through ya block, like a pop shove-it Shoot at me, I'm shootin' back, I'm gettin' buckets
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