Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Flight To Memphis’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this (hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Okay, took a flight to Memphis, need to mind your business
Whippin’ foreign, Lambo’ tinted, you are not squad
Yeah, the ice too bright, I’m too high off the whippets
Got your bitch attention, bye-bye, heard she mine
You say that’s your shorty, then why she all over me?
She like smokin’, takin’ money with the team (oh, yeah, she do)
By herself, you can’t blame this shit on me (uh-uh)
All this jealousy, that’s why I keep a .40 on me (yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (yeah, ooh yeah, hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this (hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
North, North
All my niggas rich, bitch, known to keep a big stick
I can’t give a bitch shit, I be on my pimp shit (you know it)
She know I don’t give a shit, but I’m on her wishlist
Your Rollie ain’t worth shit, if it goes tick-tick (you can’t)
I’m from North Memphis, you can get your wig split
If a nigga talk shit, put him on a hit-list (yah)
I be poppin’ big shit, smokin’ on that Christmas
My whip costs me six bricks, gotta keep my wrist lit (yah)
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
Yeah, she wanna f*ck me ’cause she saw what I’m whippin’ (saw what I’m whippin’)
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
Took that hoe and hit her, buddy thought she was missin’
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
Bitch gon’ miss she loves me but I won’t even listen (damn)
(North Memphis, North Memphis)
Says she want to take a trip I drop that hoe off in Memphis
North, North (yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (yeah, ooh yeah, hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this (hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless
I got Flacko with me in the ‘Rari, we stay flexin’
And they want me walk through, boy, you better have that check in
[?], Vlone what I’m dressed in
Ay, scoop your shorty, take her home, she what I need
She stay smokin’, yeah, that gang shit with the team
Foreign cars, watch me skrrt off in a Beam’
[?] Margiela fiends, boy, you know I stay fiendin’
(Yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches (hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this (hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we came from the trenches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ballin’ on the game, y’all be sittin’ on the benches
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn’t expect this
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Put the gangsta on me, make me feel I’m in Memphis (feel I’m in Memphis)
Way she gangsta walkin’, make me feel I’m in Memphis (feel I’m in Memphis)
When I think about it, girl, I feel I’m in Memphis (feel I’m in Memphis)
And the pussy good money and it still up in business, uh (still up in business)
Put the gangsta on me, make me feel I’m in Memphis (feel I’m in Memphis)
Way she gangsta walkin’, make me feel I’m in Memphis (feel I’m in Memphis)
But, when I’m in that pussy, girl, I’m scared I’ma miss it
Ever since then you