Memphis Bleek - 534

Song Rating: 9.40/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1-Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, I come from bottom to the top
I seen a lotta n***az fall
Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot
Them n***az swore they was chillin, Reality they not
Thats why Im in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot
Im strappin up that product, get my strip back in order
Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota
Thats why Im tryna flip it, this time ima do it different
Mixtapes is like a fiend, n***az givin free hits and
You n***az letm sample it, Neva givem the work
Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt
Im tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time
Industry is f**ed up, the back to sellin n***az dimes
Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped
Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not
Thats why I neva play wit the position Im held wit
Who lie about sellin d**? Album aint sell sh**

You heard the title n***a, 5-3-4
(Cant hear the rest)

[Verse 2-Memphis Bleek]
Im bout to have this thing on lock, you cant tell me different
I got the soft n hard top, you could tell Im livin
I got that gat on my lap, just dont tell the snitches
They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they b**hes
Their aint no heaven for a G, so the hell with it
My life is deep, motherf**ers please delve in it
Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches
Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, b**hes
(Thats when I had well-wishes)
n***az call me prince of the city
Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity
How the same n***az that bailed wit me, bailed on me
Took to many pulls of the L on me
Drank up all kool-aid, left gla**es in my kitchen
Food for thought, my n***a you do the dishes

You heard the game and the name
You heard the title n***az, 5-3-4


Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 08:27