Now I don't touch coke so let's get that straight
But my rhymes hold weight like an 8 ball plate
Stayed on my grind and I made y'all hate
While cops trying to convict us; bumping Akon's tape
But wait, I'm on my legal hustle
So money I make, the police can't touch it
Grinding like a man who grew up with nothing
And warning the youth about abusing a substance
I'm real, you other cats are lightweight
Apply pressure, break them in half; Asian rice cakes
Eating good; white grape with nice steak
Cut through the competition, my mind's sharper than ice skates
Every bar is a haymaker
I made a name schooling these rappers who want to play gangster
They want to fight on sight
So I'm about to strike anyone who's older than an 8th grader
Toronto kids with the biz
Rule one is you never let them know where you live
Rule two, if you can't make the flip don't commit
Rule three, all that running your mouth'll get you k**ed
That's why I don't focus on the drama and street life
Instead, do the knowledge and teach youth about real life
Real history, mysteries of the real Christ
You know what it be like
Fifteen, I was beat down with steel pipes
Caught slipping; intuition didn't feel right
Since then, developed a mean right
And a team that keeps the strap on like a real dyke