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 ? 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 *chopped voice* speech slow Peep though, I only got pity for you lames Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim [CHORUS