It's only the hook and my verse
(chorus)
Welcome to my city, welcome to my town
If you fakes are with me, then you're going down
Welcome to my city, welcome to my town
Yes we rep 1-15th, you know that we're about x2
(Lax)
It's the magician
With intelligent wit(ness) ridiculous said, Trippin the hipsters instead
Into ya head, reverse the disk, listen to what this kid done said
And now that I have your attention, what you were doing is suspended
To replenish the setting that we're representin
The menace gettin the lettuce, seven presidents be-headed
Yes that is my city, this is my crew that's will always be with me
We don't play around even the brightest of clowns still sound silly
Shout out the homies ironically holding that cold heat
We could be talking about straps or we can rap about our own street
It's lonely at the top when you flip it from the bottom
And you tipping on them models and sippin on ciroc bro
I'm that hip hop dope even if my hip pops though
These girls will still Lip lock over my body. Chick pox cold
Cruisin through, Collin avenue, bumpin awesome tracks that move
Your body actin that it grasped the groove that is the back view
Of the hundred and fifteen, one-one-5, ciento-quince
We comin to get green, literally fuck-up dimes, and see them throw street creds



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