I found this old shit in my phone that I wrote on the (TTC),
They say the city makes you colder (YYZ),
Ok, let’s get it
Verse:
Uh yeah, from the start to finish,
You ain't never find a dude that's fuckin' realer in this,
Ten years, raw soul with not a sign of gimmicks,
And never nothing to cover him up besides the fitteds,
Yeah, Mama told me do what makes me happy,
So here I am, beer, rap and Oh Canada anthems,
A couple folks is sayin' 'Give it up', you silly fucks,
And I ain't even blame 'em coz they little minds ain't big enough,
I'm from a small city, people talking large,
Some'll grow quickly, then they cut 'em off,
So me and Nosh dippin', time to live it up,
Got some dreams, pimpin', kid, I'ma sick 'em, what,
Ah, the black cloud done backed down,
The Fam got 'em gassed like cannabis in the background,
So high on contact, so vibed where I'm at,
So live, I'm tryina' live so right from my raps, so
Hook:
Yeah, we finally made it over,
Yeah, we finally made it over,
Yeah, we finally made it over,
The city made me colder and y'all ain't know it
Yeah, we finally made it over,
Yeah, we finally made it over,
Yeah, we finally made it over,
The city made me colder and y'all ain't know it