Yeah, sir
Your boy Juicy J is in the building, man
Memphis, Tenn, we're global, man
Shut the fuck up
Simes has that secret sauce

Representing to the max (yeah) on the streets of the hood (uh-huh)
Representing to the max (yeah) on the streets of the hood, re-re-re (buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, representing)
Representing to the max on the streets of the hood (your boy Juicy J)
Representing to the max (yeah) on the streets of the hood, re-re-re (shut the fuck up, yeah, yeah)

Both my lungs full of broccoli (broccoli)
And they keep the stick like a Hibachi (Hibachi)
Your flag red, his flag blue, my flag covered in Versace (Versace)
North Memphis guy with my thumbs up high (High)
In my hood where the sun doesn't shine (shine)
I haven't seen my friend in two or three years, but if I call him right now, he's going to come slide (buh, buh, buh, buh)
Young guys out here playing with the blocks (the blocks)
I'm not talking about Lego's (no, sir)
Guy doesn't even have a bank account (no)
But the young guy has a Draco (uh-huh)
Twist your fingers up, throw your sign in their face (face)
Show a motherfucker what you're representing (north)
Won't dial 911 in the hood, we dial 357 (no-north)
223's, busting AR-15's (15's) before we even turn fifteen (-teen)
Trap shit is all we know (know)
This street shit runs in our genes (Nigga)
Hustle went through my DNA (NA)
Dealing these chips like FritoLay ('Lay, 'Lay)
Come through here, do all that capping, you're going to fuck around, be DOA

Representing to the max (yeah) on the streets of the hood (uh-huh)
Representing to the max (yeah) on the streets of the hood, re-re-re (buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, representing)
Representing to the max on the streets of the hood (yeah, yeah)
Representing to the max on the streets of the hood, re-re-re

I've lost friends, but never cried
Around my neck a kilogram of ice
Take her from the side, she loves my grind
Everyone wants to rap, but no one wants trouble
Don't pull on the joint, because the chain is stoned
Eyes are blue, but the eyes are red
SEK always knows where I live
Count the millions and they come to get me
Stay a baller, as long as I live
With the gang on the move, family first
How can it be? Your girlfriend, she twerks
Take her with me, spoiler alert
None of the rappers make waves like me
On the front of the grill is an angel's face
Give me the millions, the bottles, the Bentleys
You know very well: I won't change
I'm like chained, have too many chains
Luxury hotel, your bitch gives me brain
Two hundred K for the Bentley GT
Millions on millions, how should I count that?
Panic attacks from PTSD
Fuck the hoes, man, I live for the gang
Buy my bitch just everything
As long as she doesn't fuck my nervous system again

Representing to the max (yeah) on the streets of the hood (uh-huh)
Representing to the max (yeah) on the streets of the hood, re-re-re (buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, representing)
Representing to the max on the streets of the hood (yeah, yeah)
Representing to the max on the streets of the hood, re-re-re (Representing)

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