Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cuzzi, turn me up
Yeah

If you ain't know you better know
Stuck at the bottom, shakin' up the globe
Prince of the city, comin' for the throne
Still undercover tryna cover Vogue
Comin' from the cold, you know how it go
This for the niggas that hated man
This is for the days in that mini-van
This for the days could have moved to Chicago
Instead I went back to Toronto and changed the whole city
You really can't see what I did
Babies flyin' once they jump out the crib
Hit you like Tyson with blows to the rib
Second guessin' like I know I'm the shit
Made me some millions, it wasn't enough
Had to black on the label 'cause they wasn't cuttin' it
We had that raw on my side, you was cuttin' it
You had your time, but your reign wasn't cuttin' it
Used to get checks from the government
Now I get checks and get taxed from the government
Understand, I did come here to play with you boys
Wavin' they guns, they raisin' they voice
They soft in the middle, they brittle and moist
Kill or be killed, I don't got a choice, huh
Jacuzzi is back, so kill all the noise
I got a list, I got a list
People to hit, niggas that stay on my dick
I got a list, just in case I forget
Ain't a fool for the tricks
I got a list, I got a list
People to hit, niggas that stay on my dick
I got a list, just in case I forget
I don't see you miss, niggas, I gave you nothin' to miss

Wake up