Palm Trees In Memphis

Ay, you ever seen palm trees in Memphis nigga? (I doubt it) Probably not huh Come visit my crib (Gotti Estates) Look Poverty, yeah, we come from poverty Palm trees in my backyard Now we sleeping luxury Chandelier like 250 Grip here long as you wit' me Don't nothing else really mean shit (Why not) 'Cause you was here when I ain't have shit (My nigga) Ectasy's on the Rolls Royce's Stable in my garage, that's a lot of horses Closet look like Foot Locker That's a lot of Forces And Dior's Look like I just got a shoe endorsement I be talkin' to myself It's like I'm hearing voices Stay street or go corporate Them really the choices I'm sorry I'm gangsta Never pay for enforcements When it's time to slide I'm the one to endorse it I know that I'm bigger Mo' money, mo' problems In my city who richer Point 'em out and we'll rob 'em Street addiction, addict I'm far from average But my mind still savage Which shaped my habits Blue skies Black tint Cavale floors Electric fence No suicide thoughts less it was on the doors Feel like it's niggas wit' money versus professional whores Palm trees, no Palm Angels Mama praying for me, keep me out of danger Mama pray for me, help me wit' this anger What happened to my niggas I see nothing but strangers Gotti how it feel Not only did you make it out You took some niggas wit' you That say a lot about you Why would niggas doubt you (I don't know) Where would Memphis be without you How many times I prove you wrong I didn't put on for my city Nigga I put my city on The streets planted these seeds Nowadays it's like we print money Or money grow on trees My house feel like a hotel Sometimes I can't believe it Let's suffocate these pussies Now let these niggas breath 'Cause what if this a dream (what if) I wake back up I'm right back in the hood (Fuck you mean) And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees Street nigga life not fair But that won't be a light scare That'll be a nightmare Blue skies Black tint Cavale floors Electric fence No suicide thoughts less it was on the doors Feel like it's niggas wit' money versus professional whores Palm trees, no Palm Angels (Yeah,yeah) Palm trees, and a lot of angels