2005 Lyrics

Throw it back not that aah

Throw it back to the past

05' from the 6ix

Only fire in the forecast

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Throw it back not that aah

Throw it back to the past

05' from the 6ix

Only fire in the forecast

I spit fire

I spit fire

I spit fire

First things first im first in line

My siblings four just trailing behind

Leading my own way wherever ive been

Even if you hate you cant turn your head

All eyes on me til you RIP

Take my p-i-c phone on DND

Ill just brb, watch me on CBC

Book me a ticket please, ill leave from YYZ

One of a kind I bleed originality

Shining bright like the lights yeah LED

5 easy steps for you to get like me

Number 1 Use your siblings as your paparazzi

Number 2 always dress to impress the bourgeoisie

Number 3 gotta be hypin your gang frequently

Number 4 neutral face on for the mystery

Number 5 its a vibe in the hood like drive by yuh

I keep that thang on me

Not referring to a fire arm

911 on the way

Theres burning in the area

Call the ambulance but not for me cuz

Im destroying the place like im Godzilla

Eminem got me rapping like im hyper

I dont eat M&Ms unless they're lacking fibre

Dangerous in my head but no threat to anyone

Keep off my grass no trespassers on my lawn

Throw it back not that aah

Throw it back to the past

05' from the 6ix

Only fire in the forecast

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Throw it back not that aah

Throw it back to the past

05' from the 6ix

Only fire in the forecast

I spit fire

I spit fire

I spit fire

I rack my cache up like its interest in the bank

Feet on the dash, passenger princess for life

I wanna trick but i always give a treat

Dark circles like a vampire if i dont sleep

Call me a lyricist, I drop some bars and double dip

Yanking away your plate before you finish it, no hesitance

You'll never resist, once you get a taste of this

Knowledge is eternal, if I permit, then it's dismissed

I like feeling nostalgia til I get the ick

Thinking about modern day just makes me get the hiccs (hiccups)

Little did we know how the world would turn to clicks

If AI steals the future jobs ill have some bones to pick

Started getting heated

But I turned 'em to my fans

Out in the streets

Like TV streaming, on demand

Style always sharp

And im straight as my bangs

Shoot me a text

Ill let ya know when we can hang

Speedwalk, i just want to let my speed talk

Free fall, belly flop on this beat raw

Fly swat, annoying things can just get gone

Jackpot, triple seven "winner gagnant"

Beatbox, from the chest to my throat yuh

Go dark, keepin shades on to block sun

Robot, all mechanical plus cold heart

1st up, shining bright from the stardom

Throw it back not that aah

Throw it back to the past

05' from the 6ix

Only fire in the forecast

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Spitting fire

Throw it back not that aah

Throw it back to the past

05' from the 6ix

Only fire in the forecast

I spit fire

I spit fire

I spit fire