Palm Trees in Memphis Yo Gotti

[Intro]
Ay you ever seen palm trees in Memphis nigga? (I doubt it)
Probably not huh
Come visit my crib (Gotti Estates)

[Verse 1]
Look
Poverty, yeah we come from poverty
Palm trees in my backyard
Now we sleeping luxury
Chandelier like 250
Grip here long as you wit' me
Don't nothing else really mean shit (Why not?)
Cuz you was here when I ain't have shit (My nigga)
Ectasy's on the Rolls Royce's
Stable in my garage, that's a lot of horses
Cars that look like Foot Locker, that's a lot of Forces
And Dior's, look like I just got a shoe endorsement
I be talkin' to myself, it's like I'm hearing voicеs
Stay street or go corporate, them really thе choices
I'm sorry I'm gangsta
Never pay for enforcements
When it's time to slide
I'm the one to endorse it
I know that I'm bigger
Mo' money, mo' problems
In my city, who richer?
Point 'em out & we'll rob 'em
Street addiction, addict
I'm far from average
But my mind still savage
Which shaped my habits