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[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, I come from bottom to the top
I seen a lotta n*ggas fall
Top to bottom, cause they flow wasn't hot
Them n*ggas swore they was chillin, reality they not
That's why I'm in the spot, treat the stu like the pot
I'm cheffin' up that product, get my strip back in order
Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter
That's why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different
Mixtapes is like a fiend, n*ggas givin' free hits and
You n*ggas let 'em sample it, neva give 'em the work
Now his tape better than your album, sales lookin' hurt
I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was twenty time
Industry is f*cked up, they back to sellin' n*ggas 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 I'm held wit
Who lie about sellin' drugs? Album ain't sell sh*t, n*gga

(Scratched)
Yo you heard the title n*gga, 5-3-4
I'm that same cat, with the fofo long
You n*ggas run shots but you throw yours wrong
Who flow like Bleek? There is no other
You heard the title n*gga, 5-3-4
n*ggas didn't want that, I'm still where you pump at
Catch me on anybody block, how you love that?
[Verse 2-Memphis Bleek]
I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different
I got the soft and hard top, you could tell I'm livin'
I got that thraaat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches
They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they b*tches
It ain't no heaven for a G, go to hell with it
My life is deep, motherf*cker please delve in it
Started with promo, no homo, movin' 12 inches
Pimp the game, Comin' Of Age at 12, b*tches
(Thats when I had well-wishes)
n*ggas call me prince of the city
Next in line, for the king of new-yitty, pity
How the same n*ggas that bailed wit me, bailed on me
Took too many pulls of the L on me
Drank up all the Kool-Aid, left glasses in my kitchen
Food for thought, my n*gga you do the dishes

(Scratched)
You know the game and the name
I ain't change for sh*t
Yo you heard the title n*gga, 5-3-4
I'm that same cat with the fofo long
You n*ggas run shots but you throw yours wrong
Who flow like Bleek? There is no other
You heard the title n*gga, 5-3-4
n*ggas didn't want that, I'm still where you pump at
Catch me on anybody block how you love that?