Chris Cash The Gifted - City On My Back lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Cash] Made in Canada, not born in America Go bananas I'm an animal I'm hannibal Eating all these rappers so I'm feeling like a cannibal s** my genital Been f**ing up the world and I've not been gentle Need some trophies I'm the mentor, so mental Stay smoking like a motherf**ing menthol n***a get back, n***a tic-tac Spitting sweet bars like kit-kats I'm out of this world so I'm eating Mars bars Driving off into nice cars So put your boy into nice cause Cut the mic cord, I'm about to do a PSA Got the f**ing lights on, there's some words I gotta say I earned my stripes so you know I don't play [Hook: Lucius P.](x2) MTL getting paid And I'm aiming for the riches On the way, lost some friends Gained some friends and f**ed some b**hes [Verse 2: Chris Cash] Stay lifted, that's why they call me the gifted But for lame n***as listening Leave you missing So sick, no antidote Flow so much you gon' need a boat So I'm coming in a jet-ski So icy like red-ski I study so don't test me Don't tempt me Canadian, I'm a gentleman Ladies and gentlemen Want war? I'm a veteran Born raised to a better wind I'm so arrogant k**ed the beat with no evidence Shoot your feet so you better dance Feel I'm home only in my home town NTG uptown to downtown From 6'4 saint low CV I stay counting racks can't see me [Hook] [Verse 3: Lucius P.] Made in Canada, the young thriller I stay motherf**ing Santa cause I'm here with the Gifted Gifted children like schools are chosen Exavior hood behavior 40 ounce in the mouth for a hoochie mama on my dick Well I'mma glaze her, like donuts So gonuts that's her flavor MTL bruh, so I'mma go ahead And roll my L's on the green line In the meantime, I'll murder 16 lines Ain't know it was me time Yes indeed ha, I'm a hot MC ha And your act is peanuts Here's some peanuts Cease and desist because you'll miss the target with your weak a** sh**