Memphis State of Mind

(Intro Music)

Reckless drivin’, I’m thrivin’

To survive in Memphis

I know you know I know that I ain’t never been this

A playa in the game tryin’ to win this

Been this for many years

Watched peeps drop tears

Now, Life is a test that many don’t pass

Life is a bitch that’ll kick ya in the ass

Life is your best friend until the very end

When Life becomes a killa, murderin’ ya best friend

Or ya brother, don’t blow ya cover

Or you'll get shot by a stray bullet, cops go undercover

Niggas up on the block sellin' rocks, to my own shock

Got they Glocks close by in case of a shootout with the cops

At least one rape, murder, robbery every day

Cut yo' ass up like a fish fillet

Representin' the South, till I D I E

Black kids become thugs, but they don't influence me

2014, parkin’ lot, innocent people beat up

They smoke near me, my head gon' heat up

Hate the fact they don’t ever listen to reason

Sooner or later they’ll kill a white president, locked up for treason

Whole city of democracy, we want dead cops to be

But we can't touch 'em cause that's how it's got to be

Favorite food? Orange. Where you from? The Mound

In this place you just see a whole bunch of uneducated browns

Everyday, someone different always gettin' killed

Thank God for savin' me from a gun thrill

I got the chills, came close to death so many times,

Now I'm sittin' here, expressin' myself through my rhymes

Most of us wanna be thugs or rappers

Gettin' new-ass clothes wantin' to be dapper

We scramble 'round the hood, try'na get our piece

Listen to Eazy-E in a '64 lease

Jewel of the South, is what I call it

If we have to go back home, I start bawlin'

But I get home, nigga, home sweet home

Where there's a killer somewhere in ya hood, that's my dome

Sometimes I dream about bein’ on the Meth

I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of death

Watch ya back, get ya gat, keep it to ya back all the time,

I think of crime, when I think of the Memphis State of Mind.

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Fuck the shootings, I'm a reclusive, pain-inducin

Nuisance, I'm ludacris, music is my food, and I'm choosin' it

And loosin' it, blood oozin' out ya head when ya dead

Represent Memphis, where there is lots of dread

You don't even know the South, just cover ya mouth

Rhymes poison yo' ass like a cottonmouth

Cotton in the mouth of the river, like a snake, I slither

Into the minds of the young and corrupt 'em like Hitler

Cadillacs and Chevys rollin' around in the city

I got something at ya head, please don't kid me