Verse1.
Picture me rollin' in that Murcielago
bumpin' Movado ,reppin' Toronto

now picture my bus pass
flow on point like a thumb tack
and i'm smoking on a cool J ladies love that

bad boy like biggie in 94'
two choices rise up or you hide at the sign of war
give a $#&@ that u shop at designer stores

who said that the titles yours
ill make your backbone slide while im breaking your spinal cord
rappin at bus stops to keep our hands warm

walking by drug spots !@%!e in a jansport
rushin some punks watch cause you and your man bored
so how the $#&@ can I relate to the dance floor

when there's girls in the bathroom doing rails off the porcelain
little to familiar to what an abortion is
who claim to be broken though there parents are fortunate

who played the daddies girl but got a little to bored of it
huh, to many scenes have scarred my eyelids
we only learn hate , born far from violent

its hard in the home you think why hide it
so lets shoot up the theatre as the dark night rises (im on the)


hook:
Yea I was born up on the real side
where half the family still high

so im just tryna' get out
before my daughter grows up and takes a similar route X2


Verse2

Just the other day A youngin' got his wig split

turned ghost like Robert Pattinson's pigment
this aint no figment, of our imagination
casket laying on the grass while his mamas praying

aint no exaggeration, just be thankful that your here
keep looking up to God to protect you from your fears
a Toronto state of mind

where you gotta make a dime
even if you tote a nine
and you get involved with crime

you know God loves you, at least that's what the preacher said
but last weak the preacher was touching Stevens leg
so your trust levels minimal, jobs wont consider you

and now you thinking criminal
and they teach you that its your fault
and if you choose to listen then its your loss

but a hoodlum is what the court saw
think about your girl, and your mother and the court cost


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