I'm from Memphis It's a liquor store and church on every corner
It's a cold world but fasho my city colder
Look me in my eyes
Say what you see
I want the money,the cars,and shopping sprees
You gon' always have haters
When you running up paper
If it aint 'bout the dollars
See you later
My facial expressions sweet
It's good they cant see the thug in me
Want the finer things yea
Gotta have the car with no key yea
Can't forget 'bout the mansions
Respect my hustle yea I'm gon' make it happen yea
Oh I can see it now
You can't ride my wave I'm surfing in the crowd
Yea I'm back at it again
Putting on for my kin
Run and secure the bag then start all over again yea
Can you understand me
Patiently waiting for a Grammy
They say you gotta be persistent
I think it's better if you speak it to existence
Speak it to existence yea yea
You gotta speak it to existence yea yea
You gotta speak it to existence yea yea
Gotta speak it to existence yea yea
Memphis that's a cold city
How you hate on something grinding
You don't roll with it
Niggas hate on me for rapping but they hoes with it
Niggas hate when I be dancing but they hoes feel it
You gotta watch where you going
You gotta watch what you doing
Gotta watch how you do it
Haters want you into it
I'm not feeling the energy they be giving off
But i'm feeling the energy that I'm taking off
Hop in the coupe the roof come down look at me taking off
It's in they face but they don't like
Well just take it off
Just push the button on your career watch you speed up
Get in that bag and don't look back
You gon' be up
Speak it to existence yea yea
You gotta speak it to existence yea yea
You gotta speak it to existence yea yea
Gotta speak it to existence yea yea