Intro:
(Ocean, Ocean, Ocean)

Verse 1:
Shoutout to Ocean for sick leaks
Car accident off for 6 weeks
Rookie of the year man I'm fresh meat
Its free speech, over free beats
If you a snitch brother man I quick scope
Fake b*tches I can’t cope
If you f*ck with me you don't need coke
Cuz I'ma Come Clean and that shit dope
Remember when face of rap wasn’t face tats
Its ugly as hell man lets face facts
They holding my balls and my base bat
Now we out of the park and you taste that
On the 4th of May, well the force may
Be with you if you do believe that's right
Cuz God created light on the fourth day
But it's battle royale on the Fortnite
(Ahhh)
Was paying so much attention
Now I've been waiting for paybacks
Boy you not even worth mention
So don't really care who's got your back
Now who wants a collab?
Sooner or Later you should hit your boy Gab
Before it's too late and you wish you had
Said I would never brag, well I said f*ck that
New phone who this, ex girl who that?
Don't snap if I don’t text you back
Did your boy really just say that?
Oh take that no time for no take back
Throwback to snapbacks with Mitchell & Ness
One time in Huanchaco shit was the best
Testing shit out nonetheless who would guess
A$AP on my tatt is the sickest of mess
Hook 1:
Yo touchdown OBJ
Une lit song man j’suis obligé
Cuz Gab Pell c'est un prodigy
Really just hope dad is proud of me
C’est pas la mère à boire met la vodka dans purse
Mes chorus sont plus deep que toutes tes verses
It's all over la crise de quarantaines
An eye for an eye man
Pleure pas ca en vaut pas la peine

Verse 2:
They say shoot your shot, you keep shooting bricks
Your rhetoric sounds illiterate
They screaming loud but ain't saying sh*t
Welcome to new hip-hop's main pre-requisites
You argue on who got a bigger d*ck
Boy another level you should try to get
Should apologize just for your sorry diss
I got a better flow when I f*cking piss
So don’t be surprised if soon I win some prizes
Montreal spices with a couple of vices
No president incompetency is evident
If you don't see my talent boy you deviant
My goal here ain't to start dissing
Don't need to for the whole world to listen
Rather play with words and give a lesson
Only starting this greatness I'm pissing
(Ayyy)
Run it back, burry them, send her home
F*ck it
First some weight, then your attitude
Wouldn't hurt, if you lost it
Throw it back, Reeboks, little pump
Let's get it
Shut it down, your sorry ass, 25
Tipped it
I f*ck with No Name cuz my wallet's been skinny
Unlike me, theres a reason they called me Cookie
Apologize my flow is way too scary
Boy this is I.T
I'm about to murder this beat like Georgie
Blowing up the rap game like I'm ISIS
White elephant scared of mices
3.14 want my piece of the pie
The fuck you looking at boy you wanna die?
Hook 2:
Tu pompes le chest pour combler tes échecs
Tout ca parce-que ta queen joue hard to get
Just avant toi ils l'ont toutes quick check man
Looking like le fou du roi check mate
Ta d*ck lately est juste pas up to date
Parce-que ta dream girl est pas down to f*ck
Refill your coffee cups, oublie l'impasse
Hold up old heads des pions ca se tasse

Verse 3:
Struggled writing down a thesis
Now I'm taking your text down to pieces
It's a business and they wanna run it
But all these wanna be rappers just be jogging
Your feelings are hurt call Mendes for some stitches
I'm going Usain Bolt on all of you b*tches
Yeah wake up snitches, no time for pictures
SLCSA with the free pitchers (LOL)
That ass
Talking shit, talking dirty, talking business
Now we talking
Take a seat, talk physics, Stephen Hawking
Prophets don't care about a profit
I got 76 problems, but I'm still trusting the process
If you ask me I'll get in showbiz
Cashdown on this EP, money where my mouth is
Outro:
My predicate, is pretty tight
My president, a pretty guy
My pilot license, pretty fly
My repertoire, is pretty fine
I Had so much in supply
But now my EP fire
Its time for a f*cking nap
Cuz I'm f*cking Canadian tired
...
See you this summer