[Intro]
Yup, ah
[Chorus]
5616 Memorial Drive (Memorial Drive)
Where many niggas from the city stories collide (Stories collide)
You ain't gotta hit the jewelry store for ya ice (Store for ya ice)
Just hit this spot and cop at an affordable price (Affordable price)
Dickie suits, Girbauds, and knockoff bags (Knockoff bags)
At any given moment, shit can pop off bad (Shit can pop off bad)
But if you on a budget, this is how you ball (How you ball)
You can get it all at the Value Mall (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Headed to tenth grade, end of summer we'd shop
My nigga Ant got him a grill, six fronts at the top
I asked him what they run, like a hundred a pop
Shit, we can go tomorrow if you wanted to cop
Say less, walked in the spot with like two-hundred flat
Headed down the aisle towards the booths in the back
They selling jewelry, TVs, shoes, and doing tats
Everything for the low-low and they ain't including tax
Some niggas sold mixtapes, some niggas sold beats
Approached a booth with a sign that read, "Gold Teeth"
I recognized the dude behind the counter there to greet me
B-REEL from Intoxicated, my sister had the CD
Was quick to show him love, recited some of his lines
Was shocked we knew the lyrics, he reminisced on the times
My nigga got a grill from you, now I'm getting mine
He said, "Bet, I'll get you right, lemme know what you got in mind"
Yup, ah
[Chorus]
5616 Memorial Drive (Memorial Drive)
Where many niggas from the city stories collide (Stories collide)
You ain't gotta hit the jewelry store for ya ice (Store for ya ice)
Just hit this spot and cop at an affordable price (Affordable price)
Dickie suits, Girbauds, and knockoff bags (Knockoff bags)
At any given moment, shit can pop off bad (Shit can pop off bad)
But if you on a budget, this is how you ball (How you ball)
You can get it all at the Value Mall (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Headed to tenth grade, end of summer we'd shop
My nigga Ant got him a grill, six fronts at the top
I asked him what they run, like a hundred a pop
Shit, we can go tomorrow if you wanted to cop
Say less, walked in the spot with like two-hundred flat
Headed down the aisle towards the booths in the back
They selling jewelry, TVs, shoes, and doing tats
Everything for the low-low and they ain't including tax
Some niggas sold mixtapes, some niggas sold beats
Approached a booth with a sign that read, "Gold Teeth"
I recognized the dude behind the counter there to greet me
B-REEL from Intoxicated, my sister had the CD
Was quick to show him love, recited some of his lines
Was shocked we knew the lyrics, he reminisced on the times
My nigga got a grill from you, now I'm getting mine
He said, "Bet, I'll get you right, lemme know what you got in mind"
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