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)