Grew up on that Memphis shit
I stay fly bumpin' on that Triple Six
8Ball MJG, break 'em off
I lay it down so easily
Bumpin' Isaac Hayes in the day
With my pops in the red F-150
It's a family thang, lil mane
My nickname that they gave to me
Grew up on 90's rap
East Coast, West Coast, and of course the Dirty South
Sprinkle in a little bit of metal, soul, and the blues
And you know what I'm talkin' about
I remember days as a kid in the den
Stayin' up playin' my Nintendo
64 bits of bliss, I miss
Hearing oldies on the radio
Kickin' back at my grand folk's crib
While my mom was on the fuckin' job
I remember so vividly
The day my grandpa's jag got fuckin' robbed
All was good in the hood, Midwoode
In Chattanooga, Tennessee
Wasn't till I came to Georgia
Only then I became so cold you see
Outcast cuz of my skin, no friends
And reasons I don't really know
Only keeping to myself and the family
And the ones that I hold close
Keepin' it real with my peers and my elders
Like an OG supposed to do
Momma ain't raise no bitch
I remember the first time I snuffed a fool
Now I'm age 22, stayin' cool
Livin' check to check, workin' nine to five
Same shit, different day, still hustlin'
Man I gotta stay on my fuckin' grind
All the time, this shit won't stop
Until I reach the fuckin' top
Ethic unparalleled
These bustas know that I'm the cream of the crop
Never drop, until I'm a legend
A tale amongst the underground
Ain't nobody quite me
I'll always bring that southern sound
Good for nothin', I remember
When they said I wouldn't amount
Now I'm stackin' cheese and haters
So plentiful, I can't even count
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Muthafuckas that got my back
So many more to name and thank
And that's another fuckin fact
Ain't no soul that could shake or break
This muthafucka in this game
I wouldn't trade this shit over anything
And that's a fuckin' family thang