[Verse 1] This the record that my backpack underground fans get to get to Skippin' Back back, Southern town fans get to tippin' Chasin' fat stacks, runnin' down grands and submission I don't back track, every single sound for me different I don't own no ice, just got clean rap Don't ever two step, I just rock, lean, snap We could take it out to Houston where the rides all glossed up Anybody I'm standin' beside's all bossed up Burgular a miner they say I'm servin' them rhymers And me and Nickel F. go together like burgers and diners, yes I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater With trays in both hands, place an order I can cater uh I got the diamonds in my teeth flow Memphis is the reason that my rhyming and my speech slow Peep though, when I get fed up, it's sped up Riding through the streets, just reclining in my seat hoe Uh, them city lights is looking brighter, its 3 am in the morning An' the pen is like a lighter I'm just a writer flaming pages of a notebook, my Rachel McAdams get At 'em when I ignite her Yup, soon as a couple plan a trip, you smell gasoline I'm burning All up and down the strip, strip I done said it, I give you the unleaded, just tip me, if your tank Is empty come get me [Chorus] Yo, the city is mine (Which one?) TORONTO DRAKE that's me You know how the story goes Pull up, Range Rove, yo' chick, wanna roll And I play myself in the stereo And I make 'em wanna Shake it shake it, drop it drop it, bounce it bounce it, wop it wop It Girl, move ...
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