[Chorus]
Imma throw this one up
Tonight for the Toronto skyline

[Verse 1]
When I hop on beat, I burn up like heat
I’m married to rap, together we sleep
We have many kids, their names are my tracks
I sleep in that shit, rap is my bitch
Imagine, if I pick up the pen at night, the heights I can reach
I’m a fucking rap freak, and just bought a jeep
I ride every beat and beat bitches up
These assholes think it’s funny
I’m working to achieve what they can’t even dream
They can sleep on me;
They’re going to get pushed over a cliff
They can watch me drift on this course
Cause I’m fast for them as horse
And I just follow through with shit of my choice
I’ll land on them like a fucking asteroid
I feel like an android giving them black berries
I’m creating verses from apple
They don’t want me to be successful
Flip a coin, can’t sleep on this joint, it’s on point
Been working on this mix tape
Drop those drapes and close those gates
Cause tonight’s the date that

[Chorus]
Imma throw this one up
Tonight for the Toronto skyline

[Verse 2]
What’s the point of spitting slow?
When I speed it up a little they say no!
It’s not like you’re going to feel it more
I’m getting bored; I’m getting straight with the lord
Cleaning up my sins for the wins
Call me a fucker, when I pucker up them hoes for this shit goes
All he does all day is flows, then they say his verse blows
I’m weirder than you could imagine
I do this for every record I could be breaking
That I’m not even close to making
I drive myself insane with these rhymes
I got a headache and I got to take it
With this beat that I could be beating
This shit is heating, up with fire and I’m not a liar
I’m going to be who you ain’t
Only thing in your heart for me is hate?
Keep it going, that’s the only thing that motivates
Me to be a better emcee and stab you all lyrically
And destroy you mentally and disable you all physically

[Chorus]
Imma throw this one up
Tonight for the Toronto skyline

[Verse 3]
I’m waiting for my day because every dog has his day
To sell out a show cause no one knows about tomorrow
I’m constantly on that till a mill is what I make back
Driving a Lambo, Bentley or Maybach
That’s what they said but not what’s planned in my head
She thinks I’m cute cause I execute
I send these rappers for camp, lace up your boots
Shut the fuck up bitch; I’m the one to choose
My mind on the loose, don’t get shit confuse
But, let me tell you I focus on what I do
And I don’t give a fuck about no one
Because no one gave a fuck about me
And this is not a complain
My rap flies, it’s not even a plane
I rip verses out my veins
Music is the state of mind of mine
It feels so fine, I don’t need to get high
I’m like the lights from the skyline
I got it flashing in your mind
I hit the stage and I feel like a monster
I think it’s a concert