I grew up in the ghetto totting heavy metal 335 shady grove street was the stelo right next door too Leo life on the line like a free throw play with cha ya mammy and not me bro 30 rounds in this peacoat walk ya down like im usane bolt kicking shit with Tyrone Pruitt BO them was the days bk then SGB had the studio when it was club 335 but it aint there no more they hurt my heart when they tore it down I got memories in that hoe if the 4 walls could talk a story it will tell tho foreal bruh done everything thang from fucking hoes too selling dope skipping school buck wild dont know which direction too go Mrs erma on my ass but i tell u wat I got it right tho cuz she didn't play that shit thats wat kept me from behind bars but when I did go too jail it broke her heart that shit kilt me too see my mama cry from some shit I started I was a bad Lil mfer got expelled from kindergarten beg u parden smoking on this gas smelling like I farted Taurus Gx4 locking it in on the target survive of the fittest u either eating or u starving see where I come from u either hustling or u robbing them young niggas on tha good bull shit and they mobbing they stepping on any and everybody with glocks and carbines and bump stops barrinary triggas on the AR sweet ya whole block then slide out in a junkie car didnt make it far them same niggas u was dumping at swishes chess's ya car im from west Memphis where its no hope less u selling dope on the block and imma keep it going cuz this hustling it dont stop get it by any means stack tha paper until that shit rote shady grove thats my stomping ground besta believe when im dead and gone im shady grove bound like a 💎 in the roughest dirt dat aint been found imma hold it down label me the king pass me the crown