BMO Field

[Intro]

Eskiboy

Zdot on production

[Verse 1]

I know that system so I ain't pissed

That's why I accept the game for what it is

And I'm looking for my own success, not his

I've been setting pace since man had a Bee Wizz

If I ain't got skill then what are these bars?

A reflection of all of my pain and scars

I can talk about more than money, drugs and cars

And I like to talk to women who party in the clubs and the bars

Told them already, Wiley's a boss

I roll up looking like a tramp, no I don't wanna floss

I'm the oldest blast from the past

See me at face value, I ain't gotta wear no mask

I rep Team Humble for life

For the work I do, I'm taking a slice

I share bread and water like Jesus Christ

I know myself well like Three Blind Mice

It's like once ain't enough, MCs wanna hype up twice

You think you know cold, well check this rain, it's ice

Smoking that loudest green part of my vice

I've got dons in my hood are cool but some who ain't nice

Might roll through and put an end to a good night

Like I know this, they know that, that's their life

But some dons ain't gonna do shit, stop saying you might

You've been on the dark side hating, [?] for the whole of your life

Nearly put your soul on the line

Saying you've got grime classics, but they ain't older than mine

Some do 9 to 5, but I'm rolling over the time

If you're wanting me to hear you then show me your vibe

I've got a vibe for sale, I know man doing life in jail

I know a man who has got a wife in jail, spoke to her, she said it's a hype in jail

She told me to stay away from there, I told her I won't take it there

You see the platform where you can influence kids, I'mma make it there

Wanna start the fire, not chase the flares

No bullshit, keep it basic here

When I'm in the studio, Tre is here, I might to the Raptors, Drake is there

If a royalty comes through, I ring my sister like "take a share"

Two-twelve is a good one, had an amazing year

Don't write me off too soon, I'm staying here

Don't book me for them, cause I ain't playing there

Hear me on Rinse.fm, I'm spraying there

See me at the rose club Kendrick and Dre are there

Hold tight Damon Dash

Cause he motivated me to earn cash

Hold tight Ramsey and Fen

And MC Creed, d-d-d-d-doin' it again

When the sun's out fam I'm gonna be R1ing to the studio

When I say R1, some man still don't got a clue though

Everybody's bad, I don't care who you know

Hit a man in the head with a rolling judo

All of my dons been killing it

Some talk beef and burgers, they're grilling it

All of my dons been killing it

Some talk beef and burgers they're -- all my dons that are gone, fresh liquor I pour

It's snowing outside, spill it on a white floor

Dogs are built up it's what I give 'em tripe for

I've got apples in my house like I run an iStore

Never had the I3, came in on the I4

Big up [?]

Spitting or producing, dunno what I like more

Been killing it since one-double-nine-four

[?] I saw, the uphill struggle that lead to my door

It's outrageous, what you think I'm on a hype for?

Fucking with the music, it's what I live my life for

Let me do what I'm doing, cause I do it like I done it

Dons in music, understand we run it

I told you before, even in war

Been killing it since one-double-nine-four