Shaolin_Chef - RIP Jay Dayer lyrics

[Verse 1] Young Toronto, Drake city, told Flex drop a bomb, push the bu*ton You ain't Drake, ain't Meek Mill, not even a poverty Budden Run through the streets of your city and you not even buzzing Diss the Chef, step in the ring and hope your monotony doesn't Young Chef bring the heat and I be ga**ing em up Young Toronto drop his song and I be pa**ing it up He average as f**, shame in his face but he masking it up My foundation is my artistry I'm just rapping it up Bring the doom put it in all caps He know the storm is coming the streets my almanac Hit up bae's line and she ain't calling back Cause your girl see me she want all of that See cause I don't even need to rap first I be k**ing Jay on my first rap Everybody see you dead like a gla** hearse You better pray to God that this my last verse [Verse 2] Second verse without a hook man I'm a go getter Never heard sh** like this before, I'm a flow setter Ask your girl where she been last night I'm a hoe getter Taking shots with your corny squad, my bros better I'm talking Gabbles, AllCaps, ScopeY, Chef Shoutout to DJ Khaled man he know that we the best I got the keys to the city, you ain't got a future Check your facts when you diss cause i ain't call you a truther This beef got real now I quit all the kidding and joshing Take a trip to your crib, me and the crew moshing You up in Canada eh, taking guesses bout who's knocking Bring the heat in the north and all the moose flocking Think you got better lines, go ahead and try me Diss Chef and get bodybagged no code of Hammurabi Wonder where your girls at, take a guess where I be Going ape sh** till I die, rest in piece Harambe