Canadian, so I say Eh
I been chillin out in BC
I been working on my defense
No I don’t ever make it easy
Im a do this till I rest in peace
And everybody worshiping my effigy
Quick spit when I spray rounds
But I gotta slow it down like H-Town
Ipod listening to J rock
I might switch to K-dot
LL Cool
Emimem
Public enemy or Gang Starr
ODB, Styles P
School boy Q
On repeat
You know we can't stop
If they do not know who you are
Just keep on just giving em hell
I put the S on my chest when I'm doing this
You know that I’m never going to fail
I got super powers
Im locked in
Got bars down to a T
Im so bright now
I need ray bands just to block out the UV’s
I’ve had enough of you
I’m makin W’s
You making number 2’s
Thats gotta go
Don’t wanna trouble you
I cannot suffer through
You and your other tunеs
I gotta go
X-Men flow, went Rogue, brought a Storm in
Y so sеrious, you know I'm just joking
Caught them sleeping on me, I don’t care ill let them sleep
They couldn’t catch a break so they had to catch some Z’s (x2)
Number 1 up in my league
Like my jersey said 23
Making everybody forfeit
To be honest with you l won't lose sleep (no)
Watch me count sheep, (yeah)
I been sky high
You gonna need a high dive or a sky dive just to high five me
Devil on my shoulder triple six talk
God is on the other with a plan, shout to 6 God
I know that I’ll get mine, I dont have to ask God
I been hitting triple sevens every time I hit slots, jackpot
Asking questions to an 8-ball
I been having some awakenings
Feeling like I been on cloud 9
I just grew myself some Angel wings
Top ten when I drop dead
Heavens open as the Angel’s sing
Up so high, nose bloody like Eleven
But I seen Stranger Things
Holy verses like the 12 disciples ghost writing
But it’s just me myself and I no need to co-sign it
No violence cause my words will leave them crying
And I put it all on tape, gave them 13 Reasons Why
I’m making music for me, you make music for teens
This Hip-Hop Kid’s Bop it just isn’t for me
Oh you write Sweet sixteens?
Hah gimme a break…
Oh wait, forgot about your fifteen minutes of fame...