M.A.R.C.Y. - Memphis

Uh

I've become accustomed to goin' through customs

Pound in my pocket hollerin' "Fuck them" (what!?)

I'm livin' that life that you only talk about

I'm fuckin' them hoes that you only thought about

I spend that money but you won't spend about

As much that I made off my last single out

Whatchu think of that? Niggas, y'all know

That I kill niggas slow when I live for this dough (holla)

Got labels sick, I know they hate that

I'm makin' they artists push them dates back (c'mon)

I don't need tattoos to prove I pack tools

Go 'head and act fool and become dog food

Memph Man, uh-huh, yeah that's me

Same nigga that don't give a "Basically"

And I'm still smokin', it be like that

Ya blunt went out, nigga relight that

I'm from M-A-R-C-Y

BK style, see Bleek, how?

I'm from M-A-R-C-Y

BK style, see Geda how?

I'm from M-A-R-C-Y

BK style, see Bleek, how?

I'm from M-A-R-C-Y

BK style, see Geda how?

I'm finally put in the game, right where I should be

And the gat laid right where it should be (ha-ha)

Violate, you be put where you should be

Have your family and friends screamin' "How could he?"

Walk the streets with a body on his back

Ride around in a V with the shottie in the back (uh-huh)

And for y'all that swear, that I front for rep

Only thing that I front is hoes and coke and clips of tef

With a co-d, that's a menace to the people

Yeah, we sold D and made a livin off of people (yeah)

Ghetto, corrupted us, and we taught ourselves

How to add and scale plus bag and sell

And how to, aim and shoot

And I got brain when the wrist locked

Wherever the dot spot leave the tape

You keep actin' like you can't die in a blaze

And I let 16 of 'em dive in your wake

I'm from M-A-R-C-Y

BK style, see Bleek, how? (New shit, Memphis Bleek)

I'm from M-A-R-C-Y