Verse 1 swag on a thou haven't spit game in a while, and i can tell- cuz lames getting comfy not settling down/ well, forgive me, i was keeping busy, i get antsy when i spend to long in the same city/ no disrespect pops, i globe-trot- you rep blocks , and me too- just my team, we ride jets to get to spots/ world conquerer, airport loiterer, my wife on the itinerary- plan to spoil her / y'all get high and tripped out- i take trips out, your wifey flip out- tired of begging friends for discounts/ thats a shame aint it- try living dangerous, but it gets aimless just thru the same shit/ The big homie told me "the streets getting cold, g" rather get bread than impress fakes and phonies/ the tax man on my ass because i just jumped a class, stop jocking a young brother getting caaaash/ Hook gold chains, more gains and lo-mein gold rings, nice things, no stains/ no stains (x2) Verse 2 Toronto west side ambassador, supreme talent manager, aint about the dollars- then i cant follow plans with ya/ got diamond taste that could cut my tongue, high standards- can't hang if i find you dumb/ lately i been seeing man's that been doing it wrong, waiting till they clock a mil to take care of their moms/ you dropped a thou on a pouch? thats cool, i sent my moms back to school while i paid all the bills on the house/ in case niggas forgot, i taught yall how to be like this, nobody was saying shit bout the west end before i did/ it may have been underground, but yall watching hybrids, feeling like a deadbeat dad looking at my kids/ that aint a diss to nobody, there aint no flex, if one wins, we all win and stand to get more cheques/ so let's get it, know what? motherfuck being timmid, if you aint here to win, then forget it/ is you with it? Hook

Verse 1 I can feel my patience leaving, All I want is fair play but since when have the stakes been even?/ Maybe just a lil space I'm needing, grace over dinner the only time God and me been speaking/ Feeling a lil wild for the evening, thinking it's been a while since I cracked a little smile to be decent/ Lil bro told me to leave it, cuz way too much is on the line for me to end up in a precinct/ Just wanna be happy, pappy, and feel a lil something told wifey during loving she can slap me/ Of course Ain't no need to go so soft, just make sure to take your rings off/ Public transit seems to sober me up, I got space issues with a temper and the odour is enough/ My worth top notch- got hotness like crock pots, And hold my balls even after the shot clock/ Hook Ugh Chip on my shoulder, drift like a motor Wanna get chips like I'm Oprah/ (x2) Chip on my shoulder, ugh ugh (x2) Chip on my shoulder, drift like a motor Wanna get chips like I'm Oprah/ (x2) Verse 2 Stress been running me over, got a big forehead with a vein that looks like a king cobra/ Cover the webcam, cuz I don't trust the feds, don't trust the corps, don't trust the man/ Living life sucking my account dry, no matter how much I stack, not satisfied/ Too pretty for the public, and dumb shit, last name Humphrey, means that I'm humping/ raised fist to showing blackhand side, Living beyond the trap to see the black man thrive/ And I don't lust after nice things, but I like what I like and what I really really like is nice things/ So quit trying to play games- we ain't pals, real patient but i want the payments now/ Traveling- not staying around, skip town so i can cop dollars, yen, euros and pounds/ Hook

​Verse 1 It ain't cocky, knowing what's better than sloppy/ young professional, getting wild, and acting up like I'm adopted/ Why mans always wanna talk? Acting like they got something to say, ain't listening to no opinions that people won't say to my face/ got ​a few watches in my collection, sorta an addiction, I'm fine ain't no time like the present/ In case I ain't mention, I love my reflection, and your girl love the perfection/ hearing a lotta critique from these losers who's comments are weak, but talking is cheap, they get quiet and silent when we get it popping for keeps, if you lost, well then peep/ I'm on a quest for some cash ain't tryna be friends with your ass, real talk, you can get off my banger no beans and mash, only the facts/ on a mission to take and i ain't giving back, more cuz they don't show us love so it's only right we take stacks, facts/ Hook For sure nice, getting dough's an old vice, even though I'm polite, them beats banging all night/ For sure nice getting dough's an old vice, even though I'm polite, don't mess with the po-lice/ Verse 2 I been styling showing y'all so regular like, cuz what y'all call trending is more to me like what i do in my regular life/ the homie Don Fredericko said i look rich with my stylo, I responded "you ain't never lie my dude" time to raise the standard for these negros/ me and my family chillin' behind the scenes we building y'all can relax about the fanny packs yall after my cousin Dapper bout to own buildings/ need to get your priorities straight would say "lemme show you how", ain't get it then? then how you expect to know now? need to slow it down/ too manny geeks walking around with confidence, with opinions barking and shit/ really unfortunate everybody be on that sorta tip/ what we on be more legit we bout them hits, yall swing and miss, so keep flapping your mouth till you get a sweaty lip, you lil petty bitch/ Hook Verse 3 Just imagine i get more gold then Atlantis, and then forego all the brackish when my pocket get the fattest/ i was cool way before the influx of these rappers, who claiming they getting money but been nowhere on the atlas/ tell em settle down they can't even travel now, can't differentiate they sound and they would change but they not allowed/ shit... that contract got you tied up huh? and you fired up huh?, heard your pie was divided up, huh? and that kinda sucks huh? Hook For sure nice, getting dough's an old vice, even though I'm polite, them beats banging all night/ For sure nice getting dough's an old vice, even though I'm polite, don't mess with the po-lice/ For sure nice, getting dough's an old vice, even though I'm polite, them beats banging all night/ For sure nice getting dough's an old vice, even though I'm polite, don't fuck with the po-lice/

Hook - Beee & Clairmont The Second Side-eye pissed on, till I flex the wrist on em wrist on em Verse 1 - Cola H. Liar liar stack pyramids, third eye wide I-lluminate shit/ then floss my wristwatch ​you won't do shit, if i stand on both my two feet right left/ my crew and i grammatically correct, used to be 9 to 5 hustle night shift/ now when i rise and shine i work till i end, fame whore entrepreneurs they wanna pretend/ leather so soft but the game so hard, never cash bar i keep my cash on card/ vacay time away i'm not on call, so leave a message after the tone but not too long/ I'm way to busy to be petty you get me? if you got a problem come and say that shit directly/ can't be mad that I'm sexy and your girl wanna text me​ ​your fault your grip ain't steady/ Hook - Beee & Clairmont The Second Side eye, pissed on till i flex the wrist on em <I'm too sexy for 9 to 5> All these hoes want they <hands on my nuts> <in the cut- hibernating​- with my hands on my nuts> Verse 2 - Cola H. Yo, what it is with y'all too cool kids so popular and most of y'all broke, all that dough spent on all them fits?, now you in debt cuz of henny and coke? well party it up that's why you remarkably stuck creditors come around and you depart or you duck/ rebels with no cause y'all so fraud, below hard, pretending to be major league when you thrown off/ y'all are let downs like some absent coast guards, oh- but shout outs to dope brauds that go hard/ holding get-togethers in these fly bar courtyards, who try to buy black and support ours- four stars/ Cola Sosa, attain the chocha, against the grains and the ladies go loca/ don't get it twisted I'm still focused, backhand slaps if you think that you know us Hook - Beee & Clairmont The Second Verse 3 - Clairmont The Second Nobody likes me One Man Army Pockets got lint like 40 days starving Cash I deposit, Chips in my wallet Front right incisor, fighter, don't size up Inside an asylum, Both arms tied up Expected to clap, Not in the bloodline take a number from the matic Stay at the back, get off mine while you at it Niggas wanna salsa and step without practice Neopoli-black chick Can't sit economy Legs long as petty girlfriends insta captions 40 on some glasses 40 in a flask Added 808's a couple people said I sold out Bitter niggas watch a winner eat on my mukbang Dad drove a Mustang Pull up with that horse power You stuck on a bus, damn Told myself to never take a city bus again Hook - Beee & Clairmont The Second