[Intro]
Uh
My lil' ni**a [?]
If me or not bro, who the greatest in Toronto?
[?]
Uh, Pressa
[Verse]
How much times I did sh*t and never watched it come back?
I got love for these ni**as, same love they never had
See, crodie, he a hitter, think they made him in the lab
The homies locked up, what you doin' for the gang?
Couple thousand here and there but a ni**a alright
Cuff a honey
You fight a older ni**a your whole life
Should be nothin'
Say you liked my song, couldn't bump it (Bump it)
Bricks for thirty-three and then I up it (Trap)
He paid thirty-four, thank God I made a nickel out of four
Thank God I never went like Richie Porter
This sh*t too wavy, need a board (Board)
The yacht too crazy, need a tour (Tour)
The water ain't even blue up in the North like this (Blue like this)
I fell asleep, wide awake, uh (Wake)
I need a mansion on the hills with a Drac' by the gate, bruh
I send my addy 'cause baby, I got guns in my place, girl (Huh)
Brand-new foreign but a ni**a need rims (Rims)
They say you gotta lose it, keep on losin' 'til you win (Win)
They say you gotta hate 'em, keep on hatin' 'til you hit
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it's a myth
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it's a myth
Did it all for a Rollie, I figured it's a risk
It's 'bout four in the morning, but fu*k it, need a [?] (?)
We'll ball all night just like it's Above The Rim
They say never count your eggs before they hatch (No)
Block boy crazy, talkin', "Grab my Cadillac"
Boy, you got a problem then go and get your gat (Nina)
'Cause I ain't fightin' ni**as unless I'm fightin' in the can
But, boy you'll get stabbed
They click-clack-pow then it's boom (Boom)
These rap ni**as won't do what I'd do (No)
And ni**as tried to rob me in L.A
I caught that ni**a lackin' on [Spooks?] (Lack)
Lil' crodie got a body, need two (Two)
You see, baby girl fu*kin' with the Wass (Wass)
She like the way we walk (Walk), she fu*kin' with the bottle (Bottle)
She say she a angel but she hang around with thots
All that money that he be gettin' never took you to the mall? (Mall)
Got me in the city goin' crazy, ridin' dirty (Dirty)
Try runnin' off on me, you gon' die by the birdy (Brr)
They gon' need six motherfu*kers to go bury you (Bury)
They know Press Machine like the Mercedes coupe (Yeah)
And my junior sing like Ali
'Member as a little boy, ni**a never wanna read
But when I went to jail I read a book like every week
Now I get it in the mail, watch me break it in the street (Boom)
Uh, the trap is boomin', I barely have space
The junkie I'm servin', the others gotta wait (Uh)
In the trap, servin' Scott, with a brick on eight-eight
If mama hear this record, she gon' say a ni**a baked
If it ain't me or bro, who the greatest in Toronto? (Uh)
Lil' bro goin' crazy, started [?] into [?]
Trench baby, grew up with no aabe (Uh)
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model (Model)
[Outro]
Niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
If fiends goin' crazy then we [?]