Palm Trees in Memphis Yo Gotti
"Palm Trees in Memphis" by Yo Gotti, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of success, resilience, and the contrast between luxury and humble beginnings. The lyrics reflect Gotti's journey from the streets to fame, using vivid imagery of palm trees to symbolize growth and aspiration. The song features a laid-back vibe with melodic beats, showcasing Gotti's storytelling prowess. Its cultural impact resonates with fans of Southern rap, highlighting the blend of lifestyle and ambition.
[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
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
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