Alpha Memphis - Gritty (Prod. Mike Lightz)

From a city where they hella gritty
Run up on ya nigga what a pity
Ear plugs got the loud with me
Short fuse don't fuck with me
Misery loves company
So
Don't let me bring the gang with me
No
All black van with me
Enough space to have ya damn family
Stuck

Smart Guy like TJ Henderson
Go dumb
With a little bit of henny in him
He act tough
Give that motherfucking Emmy to him
I call bluff
Peter Pan just pretending again
Thinking you fly
Don't get shot out the sky
Hook hit ya eye
To that bullshit I'm blind
Please Do not play on my line
Keeping it real goes wrong
Calling my cellular phone
For anything less than a zone
You know that's a no
Green light on ya head
That's a go
Whoa
You don't want smoke
Advise you don't fuck with the dope
Don't
Run up on me with
Ya hand out
We ain't homies
One call
That's a problem solved
Dog
You don't know me
I'm from Queens
NY
Globe tatted on my belly
Yea that's Queens
NY
Boy my life is just like Belly
Custies blowing up the celly
While I'm in the deli
Coppin' cream cheese and jelly
In the A.M.
Like my initials
Official as ref with whistle
My tunnel vision
Is crystal
Feel blessed
Them bullets missed you

From a city where they hella gritty
Run up on ya nigga what a pity
Ear plugs got the loud with me
Short fuse don't fuck with me
Misery loves company
So
Don't let me bring the gang with me
No
All black van with me
Enough space to have ya damn family
Stuck
From a city where they hella gritty
Run up on ya nigga what a pitty
Ear plugs got the loud with me
Short fuse don't fuck with me
Misery loves company
So
Don't let me bring the gang with me
No
All black van with me
Enough space to have ya damn family
Stuck

Fuck with family
Casualties guaranteed
Name on a death note
Spelt out carefully
Kung-Fu Alpha
Got nobody praying for me
Not about the money
What the fuck is you saying to me
Boy
It's All about the work
Traphouse the cubical
Ugly black nigga
My bank account beautiful
Henny and loud
That's just more of the usual

From a city where they hella gritty
Run up on ya nigga what a pity
Ear plugs got the loud with me
Short fuse don't fuck with me
Misery loves company
So
Don't make me bring the gang with me
Yo
That all black van with me
Enough space to have ya damn family
Stuck

Written by:
Alpha Memphis

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