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Reporting
live
from
Memphis,
where
crime
is
at
an
all-time
high
It
has
been
an
absolutely
terrifying
season
of
violence
(Dee,
you
poppin'
your
shit,
nigga)
Leaving
behind
a
rash
of
victims
in
the
wake
of
the
madness
City
leaders
are
trying
to
sit
down
with
some
of
the
biggest
influencers
in
the
region
To
help
save
the
city
from
the
carnage
(yeah,
yeah)
(Gangstar
Grillz)
I'm
too
big
for
these
lil'
niggas
who
talkin'
that
yap
I
don't
like
or
follow
none
of
these
niggas,
I'm
sick
of
the
cap
Gotti,
why
you
got
sеcurity,
but
you
still
got
a
strap?
Gotti
worth
a
hundred
million,
grind
like
he
in
thе
trap
I
have
wet
dreams
'bout
my
kitchen,
I
got
trust
issues
with
my
bitches
Every
gun
inside
my
city,
it
got
switches,
I'm
not
kiddin'
I
should
sit
down
with
the
mayor,
I
should
try
to
save
my
city
Then
I
think
back
to
myself,
"I
should
mind
my
fuckin'
business"
I
told
Bagg
to
swap
the
name
up,
no
Bread
Gang,
it's
the
Loaf
(Boyz)
Only
reason
I'm
droppin'
a
mixtape
is
'cause
I
still
give
'em
hope
Perfect
timin',
flawless
diamonds,
tennis
chain
'round
my
throat
(icy)
Got
a
bad
habit
of
lookin'
behind
me
'cause
in
my
city,
it's
smoke
I
got
PSD,
my
house
on
PST,
I
live
by
EST
Burn
one
of
you
fuck
niggas
like
STD,
yeah,
that
strap
on
me
No
GPS,
you
DND,
no
iCloud,
that's
F-E-D
Only
time
you
seen
a
house
like
mine
was
an
AirBnB
(speak)
Every
car
you
think
about,
I
got
it,
no
car
note,
no
lease
(skrrt)
Only
time
you
seen
a
bitch
like
mine,
your
timeline
on
IG
(ha)
Niggas
hate
like
hoes
just
'cause
they
can't
get
no
money
with
me
(poor)
Only
time
we
seein'
eye
to
eye
if
you
come
buy
front
row
seats
(tour)
I
could
drop
a
money
bag
on
your
kufi
I
play
with
paper,
don't
make
me
use
it
Switch
go,
"Fft,
fft,"
like
an
Uzi
Leave
more
shells
than
Taco
Tuesday
They
pay
me
to
host
and
I
pull
up
and
hop
out
the
Ghost
like
I'm
James
St.
Patrick
(suited
up)
Either
a
show
or
the
gumbo,
I'm
really
up
off
rappin'
I
should
sit
down
with
the
mayor,
I
should
try
to
save
my
city
Then
I
think
back
to
myself,
"I
should
mind
my
fuckin'
business"
I
have
wet
dreams
'bout
my
kitchen,
I
got
trust
issues
with
my
bitches
Every
gun
inside
my
city,
it
got
switches,
I'm
not
kiddin'
I
should
sit
down
with
the
mayor,
I
should
try
to
save
my
city
Then
I
think
back
to
myself,
"I
should
mind
my
fuckin'
business"
Pray
for
my
city,
crime
at
an
all-time
high
These
young
niggas
geeked,
they
ready
to
die
And
I
ain't
no
better,
nigga,
who
am
I?
I'm
a
big
dope
boy,
I
ain't
no
role
model
Big
strap
in
the
club,
sippin'
gold
bottles
Them
double
C's,
you
know
my
hoes
got
'em
You
don't
get
credit
for
bodies,
you
told
'bout
'em
Pussy
lil'
nigga,
big
Gotti
to
you,
I
can
pull
up,
Bugatti
on
you
(skrrt)
Yeah,
that's
a
million
a
tire,
four
million
for
four
I
record
in
the
livin'
room,
swingin'
the
door
Movin'
the
blow
I
was
livin'
by
trap
or
die
'fore
I
ran
into
Snow
This
a
movie,
no
All
you
wannabe
dope
boys
watching
Scarface
and
Blow
Cut
off
your
TV
and
come
to
the
trenches
Cut
on
the
news
and
see
who
they
mention
Know
'bout
the
double
cross,
what
'bout
the
triple?
Yeah,
we
call
that
shit
welcome
to
Memphis
Say
he
a
plug,
he
thinkin'
he
Chapo
Fuck
'round
with
me,
I'ma
knock
off
his
taco
Rip
shit
out
the
plastic,
cook
it
and
bag
it,
put
shit
on
the
floor,
you
thinkin'
I'm
Latto
I
should
sit
down
with
the
mayor,
I
should
try
to
save
my
city
Then
I
think
back
to
myself,
"I
should
mind
my
fuckin'
business"
I
have
wet
dreams
'bout
my
kitchen,
I
got
trust
issues
with
my
bitches
Every
gun
inside
my
city,
it
got
switches,
I'm
not
kiddin'
(Dee,
you
poppin'
your
shit,
nigga)
I
should
sit
down
with
the
mayor,
I
should
try
to
save
my
city
Then
I
think
back
to
myself,
"I
should
mind
my
fuckin'
business"
Pray
for
Memphis
Pray
for
the
streets
CMG
1 Driveway Furniture
2 1st Hunnid Bands
3 Mind My Business
4 No Fake Love
5 Pop My Shit
6 The One
7 Mandarin
8 Ha Ha
9 POV
10 I'm Out
11 Driveway Furniture
12 1st Hunnid Bands
13 Mind My Business
14 No Fake Love
15 Pop My Shit
16 The One
17 Mandarin
18 Ha Ha
19 POV
20 I'm Out
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