[Verse 1] I fast talk the grip about a mothasucka like an auctioneer, Make a hometown chick feel like a queen, sayin' that slick shit she need to hear. Know what I mean? That Ak-Town slang all up in her ear, Till she damn near believe I’m k-i-n-g, and the man right here, ooh wee! (ooh wee!) I ain't felt like this in years, I break away from phony peers, Them foes that think they bosses and in dahood, but steady capping and bein queer . I don't know what y'all hear, But that ain't how we move here, Pressed about a freak when she chose, I stay clear while I sip on a beer. And keep spittin’ straight laced game where I'm from, is the way it goes, On Love's train, you can't gain from bein’ lame, that’s how the Ak-Town story flows. [Verse 2] Locals give me knowledge, from a North Hill shorty to a dorm room college, I keeps it polished, Ak-Town polish, hustle-minded, sharp with the logic. If it ain't lit I’ll take a rain check, let that drizzle hit the projects, Treat this vibe like the jam on, slow grind, make her feel that progress. Catch a broke neck, nasty chick, I’m ’bout my business, stackin’ up checks, Go get my scratch, East Side math, countin’ every dollar, cuttin’ no checks. Grimy hoe, better know what time it is, we don’t play ’bout respect, I’m by the mills for real, Rust Belt steel, Ak wind blowin’ on deck. From the strip lights glowin’ to the late night sin, I ride Love’s train through the rubber city, let the games begin, On this Ak-Town twist, I just play to win, Street cold in my veins, but she still let me in.
