Rich rappers talk about dope, cars and cash Imam spit about all the money I don’t have Trying to make a living on minimum wage is tough Cant afford to go out or buy any nice stuff Growing up with kids who were forever spoiled rotten I’d say Ive worked hard for most of the shit ive gotten Barely getting by, might as well be picking cotton But imam make it out okay, that’s a promise Cause I know ive got potential Anything that happens now, is sequential Saving leads to money, and money leads to power Power leads to fame and making thousands by the hour En, but for now, im still struggling Wish I had the balls to do illegal shit like smuggling Living paycheck to paycheck is actually quite humbling Is it any fucking wonder the economy is crumbling HOOK Oh ive been poor for so long The difference from right and wrong is A tricky thing to grasp when All it does is haunt you Ive been digging so hard This holes too deep, its left me scarred I know The grass is green, the skies are blue Everybody knows that the cost of living is high Ever since 911 the prices hit the sky Nearly impossible to keep up with the intensity Of rying to make ends meet, on 10 25 Minimum wage is a joke 25 percent of our nation’s considered broke 20 percent of those people have jobs for the work we put in, were all getting robbed! Every Canadian overworked and underpaid The only jobs available, within the skilled trades American companies invading all of our space Feeding off the system we worked hard to set in place I guess you could say im speaking for all of us Harper creating more jobs, that was all a bust This is for everyone whos struggling at home All I can say PC, throw us a bone HOOK

HOOK: What is wrong with the world today? People harm eachother, nothing standing in their way Oh, this madness has overcome society Pointless fear strikes us hard The 21st century’s a fucked up time to live in With everybody squandering the chances that theyre given People try to fight their problems with bombs, and guns I think its disgusting, I’ll show ya with bombs, and puns Im on a run, to show the people a time will come where Peace and love collaborate to give us a brighter sun A time with no crime, a time with no murder A time where bullshit is on the backburner Not sure when that’ll happen, it wont be today Every 2 minutes, someones getting raped Im not really sure what these fckn people are on When theyre settin up crock pot to blow up a marathon People are fucking weird What do they get from seeing civilians in tears The earths been around for millions of years Why is now we live in a world of fear? HOOK Fucked with my head when I watched bowling for columbine Whats even worse is this shit happens all of the time 2 kids walk into a school, and shoot 13 in the face injured a shit load more, they shook up the place they must have know what they did was useless they took their own lives so they didn’t have to face this music kill the ones who never had a chance, quite coward People rallied and stood tall, Dwight Howard What about 911 or the holocaust Kanye wasn’t kidding, that was millions of our people lost This is shit that just doesn’t make much sense to me I know its not now, but just wait, eventually The world’ll be a much more suitable place to live in As soon as people learn to be a little more forgiving Patience is the key to co-existing peacefully For now theres just one more question, at least for me its HOOK

Sippin’ on that sizzurp, poppin’ shots just after dinner All the liquor in the world done got us feelin’ like some winners Drinkin Jagermeister straight from the bottle You only live once, that’s the fucking motto Or at least its what drake live by Make a couple milly, and live so high They preach that happiness don’t come from money but id be much happier if I was a rich guy you’d find me at the Gucci store, poppin’ tags spend my time fillin’ thousand dollar shopping bags be the freshest outta, Cornwall that city’s below me I was, born tall it’s a city full of rape and welfare in the mall I feel like I’m the fresh prince of Bel-Air head to Carleton blow some dough at the cheen don’t bother calling Phil, cause there’s no helping me (HOOK) don’t mind me when im in the zone do my own thang, you can do your own only live one life, so live it free imam climb up to some paper trees ain’t that what life’s all about? Go and do whatever, never have a doubt Bad luck and consequences weigh you down That should never stop you from runnin’ your town Flows like the hair on the great one 99 problems, the record book ain’t one Canadian icon, that’s what I set to be Will it ever happen, we’ll just have to wait and see For now I live the party life, shotgunnin’ beers Never lookin’ back, livin’ the glory years Goin’ hard in the club, tossin’ cheers And throwin’ down the rhymes that perk up your ears You know this shit is fresh My style can be compared to the best Style like this ain’t from the east or the west Eastern Ontario is where I’m at rest HOOK:

(TMC) Chilling at the crib man, trapping out the whole house Stacks in the clip man, cash looking so brown Hundred dollar bills in the bathroom, I can wipe my ass Looking swagged out at the mall, we the cool cats (Focus) Rocking Jordan 11’s man, looking so fresh Feel like Antarctica is hanging on my neck Jaromir Jagr flow man, but I ain’t from Czech Feeling like I work for Nike man the way I get the cheques (TMC)Gunning for the top, you can call me Tom Cruise Trapping unreal, man, its like its cartoon Wheeling all the bunnies like my first name’s Hugh No we ain’t bears, but we still bad news (Focus) My boys don’t like to do crime, but we still tight I don’t like to drink, but my buds are still light Opposite to Christian Bale, I’m the white fucking knight Opposite to 911 cause I’m about to take flight (Hook) Wallet white, pink, blue, monopoly Community chest, getting outta jail for free Catch us up on boardwalk, that’s where we fucking be Pass go, now we getting that monopoly Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, gwop Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, HEIN? Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, gwop Money, money, money, cash, money, money, money, HEIN? (TMC) Driving so fast, Daytona 500 Hauling darts, drinking coffee, man, call it growth stunted Stunting on 14’s, balling out in the Sentra Taking back roads, going on an adventure (Focus) Got a big black D, P.K. Subban I’m broke, so no coupe, I get the sedan My dope stinky, so I keep it in a tuna can I like green, but not green bottles, no Heineken (TMC) Green bottles, green shades, Green Eggs and Ham Dropping bombs, like a nuke over Japan You know in the summer, I can rock a mean tan Dad fucked my momma, so my momma fucked the mailman (FocusNumber 1, not 3, no Iverson Knock you out, you’s a baby, call you Wah Wah My pockets so fat, you can call me Rosanne I bring my cat to the vet, for a cat scan (Hook)

Something’s there that you’re just not seeing Were all just different species of human beings (TMC) Bigger lad, white boy, dope behind the mic I was always told to do whatever it was I liked Around these parts, one of the rawest in sight And no one takes it for real and its all because im white Yo he doesn’t fit in, he doesn’t fit the image Image shouldn’t matter if youre not a fucking gimmick People focus too much time on whats seen on the surface Image is irrelevant, the message serves the purpose If youre not saying nothing, whats the point in talking If youre trying to turn heads, you gotta say something shocking The reason I don’t rap about pussy money and drugs Is cause im sick of hearing the same shit from all these duds Turn on your radio, its all you’ll ever hear Its what every listener is bumping through their ears So listen real close to what you hear in this recording Forget about the artist, it’s the image youre supporting HOOK: How you look can be deceiving Peoples looks don’t always carry meaning Something’s there that you’re just not seeing Were all just different species of human beings (Charron) Got me thinking while I’m sipping on a brew They judge me for my image, but can’t picture what I do Worthy of the fame, spitting with the flu Murdering the game and I ain’t giving them a clue Probably should acknowledge that all of us the same Living insecure, its got me locked up with a chain They said I wouldn’t make it but I fought through all the pain Colab with Mitch Collins, now they calling out my name Zip it like a Zippo, all I got is flames Switch it I’m a schitzo, awkward and insane All of you get slaughtered if you talking ‘bout this way Calling this colostomies, I got you all in bags Picking on my image, looking like no other This is what you get judging books by the cover Blurting out the words, don’t worry, you ain’t heard of me I’m underrated, overcoming adversity HOOK:

Never been a quitter, that’s why I still smoke Never backed down when I was against the ropes Anything I had in mind, I was always told to do it When it comes to talking perseverance, I can speak it fluent Set the bar low and you’ll never be disappointed That can work two ways, like an arm that’s double jointed You can either live a happy life where every day’s a struggle Or live beyond your means, a false sense of enjoyment When you raise the bar high, you realize all your potential You’ll see what you’ve been missing, its enough to make you mental Listen close to what I’m saying on this instrumental Its meaningful, you best believe this isn’t accidental Cause I’ve lived in the past, I see it in the now Create your own paths, carve them in the ground Figure out your life, write it in your vows Only get one chance, so go out with a bow HOOK: Life can be hard, it can leave you smacked up Whenever you’re down you gotta get back up Never stop what you’re passionate about People can be harsh, that’s what people do Don’t let that stop you from always being you Be yourself, that’s what life’s about Pause, raflect The words I just said to you, did they all connect? Pull up your pants, and strap up your belt Cause this here’s a lesson on being yourself Its fairly easy to do All you really need is yourself, and you Find things out about yourself you never thought you knew Put your haters on the shelf, fuck what they’ve been through You gotta focus on the task that’s at hand Haters only hate because you’re doing what they cant They do it out of jealousy, they’re people that I pity They’re thoughts about as twisted up as Oklahoma city You better not let them give you a beating Make em eat their words so what they say is what they’re eating This here’s a verse that people will be repeating I just did a verse on haters that actually had some meaning (HOOK) Feel good beat as I’m spittin’ real talk Big shoes to fill, big feet, big socks It’s a big fucking world, big doors to unlock You got the tools and the time, big keys, big clocks People make it out that one life’s not enough 80 plus years and they still find it tough to do all of the things jotted down on their bucket list cause critics in their ears telling them “yo, you suck at this” that’s why I preach it, don’t listen if you do, then its your whole life that your missing they say time flies by when you’re having fun so instead of waiting till you’re older, live while you’re young here’s the limelight, take a second, strike a pose in it in the fight for inner happiness, stop opposing it you’re here for a while, so you better make the most of it might as well open life’s door instead of closing it (Hook x2)

(FOCUS) Growing up in the lonely streets of Ingleside Hard working people working just to get by Outsiders take on look and think this place is a dive Well I disagree, sit back and relax, let me change your mind Made lifelong friends in a one hallway school Spending our last dime to leave school and eat some food Nothing can change us, we are the definition of unity This town made me so I’m giving back to my community Some of them cowards left this town, but I will never run Were like brothers, even their mothers treat us like their own sons Road trips to Cornwall, freestyling just for fun Doors unlocked, windows down, this town never made me have a gun This town created a winner, I went toe to toe with the best And Im never gunnna leave if youre looking for me, I’m right here in the flesh Mitch and I are the future, hungry as can be, tell us whats next Speaking for Ingleside, this is a warning, were coming for you next HOOK: Throwin’ it down, from my hometown From the streets of Ingleside Home to nothing, yeah were buzzing Cause today, nothing kills our pride Yeah, this town can leave you bruised and broken Don’t care, this town is where my home is (TMC) I did not grow up here, moved to town in grade nine Caught me like a young deer, staring into headlights People all so new to me, only knew bout 2 or 3 Gave me a chance to find out, exactly who I want to be Used to be a good kid, brought up in a bad town Ingleside, that new life, somehow turned me around Never thought of doing drugs, walked right through the gateway Fuck you hard without you knowing, just like a date rape People say I’ve changed, call it growing up Always used to party, now I hate showing up Used to smoke weed, now I hate toking up Used to live fast, but I aint slowing up Not the town that raised me, but it is the town that shaped me Into whatever it is that I am today, into whoever it is I’ve been lately It’s the town that always taught me that whenever I’m approaching something that you might as well do it bravely To anybody that I’ve known and anyone who helped me know that I appreciate it greatly (HOOK)

Isn’t it crazy how this game can make you out to be a hero But the ones who play it best have control over their ego Young, poor, but im motivated Yet to drive these roads im paving Set the bar real high so I live up to the hype that ive created Now im waiting, for the day my Shit takes off like a concord Like to stir up controversy like Smoking crack with rob ford Soon I’ll be rocking tom ford First I need some cash flow Puffin’ on a Cuban Ballin’ out like castro Some call me an asshole I say more like ab soul Cause you know a motherfuckers steppin up behind the mic Illuminating, lighting up every fans soul Cause you know I got the fire Just depends if I wanna spit it Listen to the way the words are rolling off my tounge Even all my haters would admit it Murdering the beat, never been aquited Pleading guilty as charged Focus said it best, sayin rappin’s not a crime That’s why theres still a killer at large That’s TMC, Out your fucking mind if youre beefing with me Growing up was tough on Ontario St., Playing nicky nicky is where I would be Going door to door just to get some attention, Spent recess writing lines in detention Then it got worse, got a couple suspensions, Me a golden boy, that’s a misapprehension Hook: Isn’t it crazy how this game can make you out to be a hero But the ones who play it best have control over their ego Fame can grab ahold of you and turn you to a monster But I do it for the game, the one that I set out to conquer This tracks burning up like gasoline, got a bitch with more issues than a magazine Anybody saying they don’t like this, they must be fucking living in a fantasy Think im need of some nicotine, guillotine these mother fucking hippys Who be fronting on some jealousy Tell me g, who you think youre fucking with in tmc Honestly dude, why the fuck you disrespecting me? Slowin down the flow on real talk, something bout this track just feels hot Maybe it’s the flows, or maybe it’s the beat, combination that you need to be on top Of the rap game, I got em both so I ant got no worries TM in this bitch, everybody should be worried, haah Turn on my swag when I woke up this morning Beats always fresh like they’de made at tim hortons Got my adidas on, fuck those air jordans Tonight were getting drunk as fuck, callin’ it mayor fording, hah No crack tho, not on some plumber shit For me this is a different light, IUsed to be that drummer, mitch Used to rock out metal, now im On some up and comer shit Plans of making cash Till my driveway’s where a hummer sits (Hook)

Sup girl, have another drink The way im feeling’ now its like I cant even think The way you’re grinding on me im about to go off Such a little tease when you lift up your top The way you swing your ass is leaving me mesmerized Loving everything that I can see with my eyes I wanna lay you down and then spread open your thighs And tear that ass up, cause that thing be supersized Girl, we can have it all Give it all we got, we can hit up a stall One hand on my back, one up on the wall Get goosebumps when shes touching my balls Cause when im with her, its like she blows my pistons Shes the type that makes me wanna go the distance When im not with her I re think my existence I think I need some help hashtag assistance Hook: Pop bottles in the club, girl shake that ass Liquor gotchya feelin’ dumb, girl shake that ass Got junk in the trunk, girl shake that ass, Shake that ass, shake that ass Pop bottles in the club, girl shake that ass Liquor gotchya feelin’ dumb, girl shake that ass Got junk in the trunk, girl shake that ass, Shake that ass, shake that ass (Click) My rhymes are so huge, theyre just like a boulder My personality’s huge, like im getting bolder Im important like every sentence starts with a capital Im the government of rap, I write in my capital Im at the strip club, and im paying my fare She tells me not to touch and I say baby that ain’t fair She needs more money and I ask her whats a few Shes getting more dirty, thank god, phew Can I get another stripper, theyre lined up in a queue After every time she finishes I smile and say thank you Open up the curtains and im bringing on the next And after that, im paying with government cheques Every weekend is the greatest downtown Getting wasted off the best of royal crown Until the next day, usa government shut down Strippers cheques bounce, I just shut this bitch down (HOOK) (Focus) 50 cap on as I step in the room Too many drinks, gunna pass out soon All black on, look like a vicious killer Paparazzi snapping more than MJ in thriller man Let me ton it down, let me grab a drink Haters talking smack, don’t care what they think Coming with everything, even the kitchen sink Don’t lie im nice like Bobby Orr when hes on the rink, fucker Lean back and take another sip No trouble round me, got a mack 10 on my hip Dumb bitch talking, but she aint saying shit Easy like Ryan Miller on a 3 game road trip Cant blame her, she’s intrigued by my hustle Cause my pockets always full, and I aint packing muscle See a man across the room looking like he wanna tustle Shes a gold digger, bitch has more rings than Bill Russel (HOOK) (TMC) Poor child eating Kraft Dinner and hot dogs Fab 5 wheeling young bitties and hot moms Spitting mad flows like Mac on the rest of the beat Got down bitches, all be wanting the D Drop the mixtape, getting paper bills like Buffalo Spend some of the cash on my girl, when I stuff the hoe Take her across the river, maybe head down to the falls Shes wet like Marineland, I never miss her calls (HOOK)

Real talk, cruising through the wood, ballin’ out My piece of shit Sentra wont stop stalling out Problems got me stressin’ as im sparkin’ up a dart Waiting for the day that this thing just falls apart It cant be far, not too worried, got some money comin’ Shit could hit it big, I can almost see the labels runnin’ Big but im cocky, skin white and chalky Bombs Nagasaki, I dont lose like rocky Yeah im childish, like my name is Donald glover My style, flexible, like its made of rubber Bad bitches talk to me bout how they want on top of me But if they want the cock from me, they best be fucking oxyclean Oxy Codeine, laced in weed we smoke in bushes Hit the cedars up, smoking on the finest Kush And Section.80? Fuck that, Paper Trees is what im pushing Its getting kinda late, almost time to hit the cushions Before that, gotta spit a dope rap If my style’s the jacket then youre just the coat rack Im hanging up on these rappers, my rotary land line So tight, if im Nagasaki youre just a land mine Don’t try to step and mimic this boys glory Got a big woody, but this aint no toy story It’s the real live thing, like i said in growing up When I listen to chief keef, im my mouth im throwing up How this kid got famous blows my mind like “bang bang” Even Soulja boy tell’em had me thinking the “same thing” If these guys can make I guess anyone can I out write these rappers with my fucking left hand By the way im right handed, thoughts are kinda candid Can do, whatever it takes to leave me stranded On top of this rap game, coupled up with mad fame Just bodied the so called artists that givin’ rap a bad name And I keep it coming heavy tho A maxi pad a foot thick doesn’t stand a chance against my flow My words are silky smooth like some Gucci made pajamas It puts you in a state of shock, it puts you into trauma Spit so many flows, theres just no time for a hook Listed off just about every rhyme in the book That’s how we rhyme in the hood, better make that the country Eating all these rappers, but im still fucking hungry And that’s a big pill to swallow Already said so much and im still feeling hollow Everyday im reaching for the stars like Apollo If I can be a leader, why the fuck would I follow Im so far ahead that you can barely follow me Youre stuck in yesterday morning, im at tomorrows eve When I think about it I guess im pretty polished Just take a look back to what this mixtape has accomplished Hit on touchy subjects that were fucking with my brain Tryin’ to find a brighter side to other peoples pain by shedding a different light on things, it seems insane but I cant control creativeness that’s flowing through my veins And I featured the boys from fab 5 The boys who keep it real, never spittin’ on bad vibes Theyre the boys who got me started this rap shit If It wasn’t for them, paper trees wouldn’t exist Lucky to have this, I stumbled on a clover Im really sad to say that the records is almost over If you think it sucked, or you thnk it was fantastic All I can say is it was fun while it lasted The last four bars on this mixtape Give yourselves time to think about how my fucking shits great After writing this out, its safe to say I cant wait To ask the rap game how my mother fucking dick tastes