[Intro]
Ay you ever seen palm trees in Memphis n***a? (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 n***a)
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
[Chorus]
Blue skies
Black tint
Cavale floors
Electric fence
No suicide thoughts 'less it was on the doors
Feel like it's n***as wit' money vs professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
Mama praying for me, keep me out of danger
Mama pray for me, help me wit' this anger
What happened to my n***as?
I see nothing but strangers

[Verse 2]
Gotti, how it feel?
Not only did you make it out, you took some n***as wit' you
That say a lot about you
Why would n***as doubt you? (I don't know)
Where would Memphis be without you?
How many times I prove you wrong?
I didn't put on for my city, n***a, I put my city on
The streets planted these seeds
Nowadays it's like we print money or money grow on trees
My house feel like a hotel, sometimes I can't believe it
Let's suffocate these pussies
Now let these n***as breathe
'Cause what if this a dream?
I wake back up, I'm right back in the hood, fuck you mean?
And all I see is bushes in the yard, no palm trees
Street n***a life not fair
But that won't be a light scare
That'll be a nightmare
[Chorus]
Blue skies
Black tint
Cavale floors
Electric fence
No suicide thoughts less it was on the doors
Feel like it's n***as wit' money vs professional whores
Palm trees, no Palm Angels
Palm trees, and a lot of angels