Memphis Concrete

Ditch the screen, let's hit the scene Drop to the pad, flick on the beam, let it stream, you know what I mean [Hook] [Verse Hard] (Livin' it up, how's it seen?) Drippin' in gold, my threads pristine Gucci and Fendi, bling never ending, Heads they be turning Roll out in a Rover, seats back, hangin' over Champagne toasting, coasting En route to Atlanta, city of players, cigar in hand, we major Valet pull up, we step out clean Poppin’ collars, living out scenes Straight from a movie, life's a high beam Flashing lights, we living that dream [Hook] In the land of the Braves, we conquer the night With a bass that thumps, and the beats just right City buzzing like a hive, we the kings, no jive In ATL, we thrive, with the spirit so alive Neon kings, with our southern swing Ice on our wrists, an' the blingiest bling Rolling VIP, no line, no wait In that ATL, where we dance with fate [Verse Harder] Gold grills flashing, our styles smashing Money talks, wallets full, never rationing Cadillacs cruising, booming bass, we're bruising Dirty South vibes, it's the life we're choosing Hitting Magic City, where the nights get gritty Making it rain, in the capital of pretty Big stacks, counting up on this throne we sit Hustle by day, by night we legit Memphis roots, where the players ball Grinding hard, gotta rise, can't fall Rolling through the South, where the barbecue smoke Mix with the beats and the rhymes we wrote Every corner, every block, they feel our heat From Beale Street to the elite, we bring that concrete [Hook] From the heart of the South, the origin of rap Where the snares hit hard and the bass slap