(Yeah)
Ayy, you ever seen palm trees in Memphis, nigga? (I doubt it)
Probably not, huh?
Come visit my crib (Gotti Estates)
Look, poverty, yeah, we come from poverty
Palm trees in my backyard, now we sleep in luxury
Chandelier like two-fifty, grip here long as you with me
Don't nothin' else really mean shit (why not?)
'Cause were here when I ain't had shit (my nigga)
Ecstasy's on the Rolls-Royces
Stable in my garage, that's a lo of horses
Closet look like Foot Locker, that's a lot of Forces
In Diors, look like I just got a shoe endorsement
I be talkin' to myself, it's like I'm hearin' voices (I am)
Stay street or go corporate, them really the choices
I'm sorry, I'm gangsta (I am), never paid for enforcement (never)
When it's time to slide, I'm the one to endorse it
I know that I'm bigger
More money, more problems (yeah)
In my city, who richer? (Who?)
Point 'em out and we'll rob 'em (yeah)
Street addiction, addict
I'm far from average, but my mind still savage
Need to shake my habits (yeah)
Blue skies, black tint (five percent)
Cavalli floors (floors), electric fence
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas with money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
Mama prayin' for me, keep me outta danger
Mama pray for me, help me with this anger
What happened to my niggas? I'm seeing them as strangers
Gotti, how it feel?
Not only did you make it out, you took some niggas with you
That say a lot about you (it do)
Why would niggas doubt you? (I don't know)
What would Memphis be without you?
How many times I prove you wrong?
I done put on for my city (I put on), nigga, I put my city on
The street planted these seeds
Nowadays is like we printin' money and money grow on trees
My house feel like a hotel, sometimes I can't believe
Let's suffocate these pussies, now let these niggas breathe
'Cause what if this a dream?
I wake back up, I'm right back in the hood, f*ck you mean? (What if?)
And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees
Street nigga life not fair, but that won't be a light scare
That'll be the nightmare
Blue skies (blue skies), black tint (five percent)
Cavalli floors (floors), electric fence (fence)
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas with money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels (yeah, yeah)
Palm tress and a lot of angels
Palm Trees in Memphis Video (MV)
Performed By: Yo Gotti
From Album: CM10: Free Game
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Ed Townsend, Mario Mims, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz
Yo Gotti - Palm Trees in Memphis Lyrics
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English
(Yeah)
Ayy, you ever seen palm trees in Memphis, nigga? (I doubt it)
Probably not, huh?
Come visit my crib (Gotti Estates)
Look, poverty, yeah, we come from poverty
Palm trees in my backyard, now we sleep in luxury
Chandelier like two-fifty, grip here long as you with me
Don't nothin' else really mean shit (why not?)
'Cause were here when I ain't had shit (my nigga)
Ecstasy's on the Rolls-Royces
Stable in my garage, that's a lo of horses
Closet look like Foot Locker, that's a lot of Forces
In Diors, look like I just got a shoe endorsement
I be talkin' to myself, it's like I'm hearin' voices (I am)
Stay street or go corporate, them really the choices
I'm sorry, I'm gangsta (I am), never paid for enforcement (never)
When it's time to slide, I'm the one to endorse it
I know that I'm bigger
More money, more problems (yeah)
In my city, who richer? (Who?)
Point 'em out and we'll rob 'em (yeah)
Street addiction, addict
I'm far from average, but my mind still savage
Need to shake my habits (yeah)
Blue skies, black tint (five percent)
Cavalli floors (floors), electric fence
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas with money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
Mama prayin' for me, keep me outta danger
Mama pray for me, help me with this anger
What happened to my niggas? I'm seeing them as strangers
Gotti, how it feel?
Not only did you make it out, you took some niggas with you
That say a lot about you (it do)
Why would niggas doubt you? (I don't know)
What would Memphis be without you?
How many times I prove you wrong?
I done put on for my city (I put on), nigga, I put my city on
The street planted these seeds
Nowadays is like we printin' money and money grow on trees
My house feel like a hotel, sometimes I can't believe
Let's suffocate these pussies, now let these niggas breathe
'Cause what if this a dream?
I wake back up, I'm right back in the hood, f*ck you mean? (What if?)
And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees
Street nigga life not fair, but that won't be a light scare
That'll be the nightmare
Blue skies (blue skies), black tint (five percent)
Cavalli floors (floors), electric fence (fence)
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas with money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels (yeah, yeah)
Palm tress and a lot of angels
Ayy, you ever seen palm trees in Memphis, nigga? (I doubt it)
Probably not, huh?
Come visit my crib (Gotti Estates)
Look, poverty, yeah, we come from poverty
Palm trees in my backyard, now we sleep in luxury
Chandelier like two-fifty, grip here long as you with me
Don't nothin' else really mean shit (why not?)
'Cause were here when I ain't had shit (my nigga)
Ecstasy's on the Rolls-Royces
Stable in my garage, that's a lo of horses
Closet look like Foot Locker, that's a lot of Forces
In Diors, look like I just got a shoe endorsement
I be talkin' to myself, it's like I'm hearin' voices (I am)
Stay street or go corporate, them really the choices
I'm sorry, I'm gangsta (I am), never paid for enforcement (never)
When it's time to slide, I'm the one to endorse it
I know that I'm bigger
More money, more problems (yeah)
In my city, who richer? (Who?)
Point 'em out and we'll rob 'em (yeah)
Street addiction, addict
I'm far from average, but my mind still savage
Need to shake my habits (yeah)
Blue skies, black tint (five percent)
Cavalli floors (floors), electric fence
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas with money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
Mama prayin' for me, keep me outta danger
Mama pray for me, help me with this anger
What happened to my niggas? I'm seeing them as strangers
Gotti, how it feel?
Not only did you make it out, you took some niggas with you
That say a lot about you (it do)
Why would niggas doubt you? (I don't know)
What would Memphis be without you?
How many times I prove you wrong?
I done put on for my city (I put on), nigga, I put my city on
The street planted these seeds
Nowadays is like we printin' money and money grow on trees
My house feel like a hotel, sometimes I can't believe
Let's suffocate these pussies, now let these niggas breathe
'Cause what if this a dream?
I wake back up, I'm right back in the hood, f*ck you mean? (What if?)
And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees
Street nigga life not fair, but that won't be a light scare
That'll be the nightmare
Blue skies (blue skies), black tint (five percent)
Cavalli floors (floors), electric fence (fence)
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's niggas with money versus professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels (yeah, yeah)
Palm tress and a lot of angels
Writer: Ed Townsend, Mario Mims, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
