Lyrics
Ridin' through the M-Town, windows down, system up Gold grill shining, crunk juice in my cup Memphis mojo, we hustle 'round the clock Hittin' hard like them Grizzlies, we keep the block on lock [Hook] From the North to the South, dirty streets speak louder Turn the bass up, Memphis heat we devour Sippin' on that sizzurp, slow-mo in the fast lane Dirty South rap, with that Memphis mane Foot on the pedal, no brake, just go Lines spit sharper than the edge of a blade In the home of the blues, my verses parade Rhymes heavy, dropping like a Memphis grenade [Verse] Straight outta M-Town, my flow's a typhoon Battling me? Better bring a monsoon I'm the king on this chessboard, you just a pawn Checkmate in this game, I'm lyrically born Jazzy keys tapping, with a trap snare's clap Melodies weaving like the Mississippi map Lights of Beale Street, music in our veins Electro beats dropping, breaking all the chains [Hook] Mixing jazz with that 808 thump Memphis soul, yeah, we jump and we bump Tasting notes of blues with a trap-synth fusion Our sound's an eruption, a musical infusion Vibes electric, in the air, static charge Grit and grind in the verse, history at large
