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Made In Memphis
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Made In Memphis was released on August 31, 2025 by Rach Society Music Group as a part of the album Bitter Sweet - EP
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Release DateAugust 31, 2025
LabelRach Society Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos D Boykins
Carlos D Boykins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roderick D. Nelson
Roderick D. Nelson
Executive Producer
Carlos D Boykins
Carlos D Boykins
Producer

Lyrics

If I can make it here, I can make it there. Made in Memphis, I can make it anywhere. My city is a war zone
You lucky if you make it home. Everyday on edge, somebody's shot, somebody's dead. Never ever seen a heart so cold
They wanna, they wanna take your soul. We'll kick it after meal tickets. On a mission for money
But I still visit. Damn, it's like I ain't got time though. Looking for me
You can find me in grind mode. Quick to intertwine when I get a moment. You fuckin' with a boss player, baby, help you get up on it
And then I'm gone and I'm back to the moolah. Dead broke or rich, born superstar. And they know who we are when they see us
Can't help but floss when my cheese up. Big house on the hill, no neighbors. I'm just workin' with the hand that they gave us
Gotta get it out the mud when you thugged out. Can't blame mama that I grew up in a drug house. Although my pops was a black soldier
My mom and my dad was a crack smoker. Might beg or borrow, but I'ma be straight. Color people time, ****, I'ma be late
If I can make it here, I can make it there. Made in Memphis, I can make it anywhere. My city is a war zone
You lucky if you make it home. Everyday on edge, somebody's shot, somebody's dead. Never ever seen a heart so cold
They wanna, wanna take your soul. My role model sold drugs. I got schooled by the old thugs
Quick to act a fool with the tool. Playin' in these streets, gotta know the rules. I got labeled with the hoodlums
They was just young, ****, no one understood them. Hey, start rollin' down the back street. Duckin' police with a choppa on the back seat
Lookin' for a caper, tryin' to cut the paper. Until we all motherfuckin' major. It's kill or be killed, this is how they made us
Make enough bread, but it's never enough. So they played us. We can only save us
Until then, I'ma need cake. Might beg or borrow, but I'ma be straight. Color people time, ****, I'ma be late
If I can make it here, I can make it there. Made in Memphis, I can make it anywhere. My city is a war zone
You lucky if you make it home. Everyday on edge. Somebody's shot, somebody's dead
Never ever seen a heart so cold. They wanna, they wanna take your soul.
Written by: Carlos D Boykins, Roderick D. Nelson
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