[Verse]
First I made a problem out of Montrea'
Now I'm looking forward to getting up out the country
They ain't believe it now that I'm here they could come see
I set a track and get'em bugging like a junkie

Better say a prayer for the light low
Better be aware playing with a psycho
Money callin' but my schedule kinda tight so
I'm leaving blood on the floor like Michael

Started with a bar now it's so high
From overlooking to bookings you see they know why
I treat a record like I'm dapper in a bow tie
We The North but I'm coming for they whole side

Everybody got a shot now it's my time
Hard liquor never tripping off of fine wine
I'm in the studio you up on your timeline
I ain't battle rapping when I'm yelling out it's grind time

Generale told me if it's war you got to go get it
Good in any hood you running off of low credit
I bear arms, when I Dear Song,
Know you're dead wrong a genius said it

I shed light on my city, ride on my city
Funny how I nearly did life for my city
When Milli dropped In For The Kill on the town
I was in and out it like I'm coming for the crown

Now I'm raising the pinnacle never settle for minimal
CALi told me to do it 'til all these rappers in critical
City in my palm, shit it ain't a sweat
How they swear they getting on when I'm coming for they neck!?

Riding off of hope, barely any rope
How they feel they any dope while we tiding off of soap
I did it while they spoke on how it feel to be a joke
Now I black and get the feeling I should drop a little coke

Hurry 'fore it's over, minimal paranoia
It's literal when I show ya the shit we been through before
We the champions, I hear the copy on the flow but
It's properly when I go you the cigarette I'm an ambien

I did it for the cult, did it for the set
Now look at it go, monopolizing chess
I made a hundred more and I ain't ever made a bet
Two hundred on the board when it come up out a net

Grammy the award' family to Forbes
Everybody got it like a property of Kors
Phoenix on my line it's a tragedy for sure
You ain't ever seen divine 'til we bring in the allure

Look at what I made, I made'em have a look
They want another record so I wrote another book
Mother made a king I ain't sweating off a rook
And it's been by any means anybody getting cooked

**** in a cell, thought we'd of failed
Shit it's going well I don't really got to tell
The folk up in my corner all prepared to go hell
You could smoke your marijuana I ain't taking any L

They know it ain't a thing, they know who gonna win
Shit I might need a shrink I ain't ever getting clean
I started when they thought it was retarded to dream
Now the island ain't a factor if the kid ain't on the scene

I'm a monster!