Mine

[Verse 1]
Final track on the tape
I hope you liked that shit
Morgs Month was fire
Fuck who said I overhyped the shit
I'm blowing up faster than ISIS did
Took so many beats
Taylor King should've licensed it
My ascent is understandable
Even Dibber would invest
My stocks been growing by the annual
One hand flicking pages of the how to manual
The other flicking gears of the M Coupe manual
Shout to everyone who rocked with it
All August was a marathon
Return got me feeling like I'm Aragorn
Oysters and swordfish on the river George's Paragon
But I'mma give you one more hitter before I paddle on

[Intro]
Yeah
Jheez!
Yeah
Yuh
Look

[Chorus]
I feel like Manly West is mine
I feel like Brisbane City's mine
Feel the East Coast is fucking mine
It's the boy Big
Morgs
I ain't playing with the rhyme
Yeah I feel like Manly West is mine
I feel like Brisbane City's mine
Yo I feel like fucking Sydney's mine
It's the big boy Morgs
We ain't do this all the time yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah they asked my what my message is
Im tryna make songs that wanna make you pop a cap in this
Im tryna make songs that make you run and fall and snap your wrist
No matter what the crew do I'm the captain of this fuckin' ship
Yeah put me in the cockpit all I do is drop hits
All I do is hock spit
Venom like I'm not with
Spidey I'm the Goblin
Stealing these beats like I'm 100 with the lockpick, yeah
Yeah rapping like I'm top shit
Hottest like I'm Tom Pitt
Hottest like I'm Brad Cruise
Hottest I am top 6
Drop 6 add 2
Drop 1 any competition it is not you
Top 1, 4179 that be the tag too
Got one I'mma need a pair of number 9s too
Number 9 large, shoot six before the mags through
Extra dip and soda too
Pair of 4-5s like I'm dual wielding on COD 2
One with cheese and a number 7
Make sure that its hot dude
Rapping I am not through
Smoke I am the boss dude
Yo I got some bad news
You couldn't walk a fucking mile in these Ad Shoes

[Chorus]
I feel like Manly West is mine, yeah
I feel like Brisbane City's mine, yeah
Feel the whole East Coast is mine
It's the boy Big
Morgs
I ain't playing with this rhyme nah
Yeah I feel like Lota fucking mine, yeah
I feel like Wynnum fucking mine, yeah
I feel like Hemmant fucking mine
It's the big boy Morgs
You ain't do this all the time yeah

[Verse 3]
Been through most of Europe know that some dispute it
Whipping in the Buick serving bars like Lleyton Hewwit
Knew there was something to it
I picked through it like a toothpick
Old shit I reviewed it now I'm dropping new shit, yeah
Yeah you knew it yeah you gotta love it
Morgs and Taylor King on the ting yeah you gotta love it
Shags and Scooby couldn't get you to the bottom of it
Drake and Weezy couldn't get you right above it
Dropped the tape fully stocked like your kitchen cupboard
Murder on the beat you still wanna be the victim of it
I got 1, 2, 3, 4 hundreds in my bank deposit
Savage on the track yo the rap a symptom of it

[Outro]
Yeah, I tell 'em shit is mine
Yeah, I tell 'em shit is mine
I'm the king of Manly West and I tell 'em that the shit is mine
Mine
Mine
Jheez!
This shit fire they gon' play this shit All August