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[Verse 1-Memphis
Yeah, I from bottom to the top
I a lotta niggaz fall
Top to bottom, cause they wasnt hot
Them swore they was chillin, Reality they not
Thats why I'm in the spot, the ?? like the pot
I'm strappin up that product, get my back in order
Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is a quarter/quota
Thats why I'm tryna flip it, this i'ma do it different
Mixtapes is a fiend, niggaz givin free hits and
You niggaz let'm sample it, Neva give'm the
Now this better then your album sales, lookin hurt
I'm take it back in the day, when it was 20 time
Industry is fucked up, the to sellin niggaz dimes
is nickles, lotta albums done flopped
Lotta labels dropped, you was signed, now you not
Thats why I play wit the position I'm held wit
Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't shit

You heard the nigga, 5-3-4
(Cant the rest)

[Verse 2-Memphis
I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you tell me different
I got the n hard top, you could tell I'm livin
I got that gat on my lap, just tell the snitches
They got tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches
Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell it
My is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it
with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches
Pimp the game, to age at 12, bitches
(Thats I had well-wishes)
Niggaz me prince of the city
Next in line, call me king of new-yitty,
How the same niggaz bailed wit me, bailed on me
to many pulls of the L on me
Drank up all kool-aid, left in my kitchen
Food for thought, my nigga you do the

You heard the and the name
You the title niggaz, 5-3-4