I found this old shit in my phone that I wrote on the (TTC)

They say the city makes you colder (YYZ)

Ok, let’s get it

Verse:

Uh yeah, from the start to finish

You ain't never find a dude that's fuckin' realer in this

Ten years, raw soul with not a sign of gimmicks

And never nothing to cover him up besides the fitteds

Yeah, Mama told me do what makes me happy

So here I am, beer, rap and Oh Canada anthems

A couple folks is sayin' 'Give it up', you silly fucks

And I ain't even blame 'em coz they little minds ain't big enough

I'm from a small city, people talking large

Some'll grow quickly, then they cut 'em off

So me and Nosh dippin', time to live it up

Got some dreams, pimpin', kid, I'ma sick 'em, what

Ah, the black cloud done backed down

The Fam got 'em gassed like cannabis in the background

So high on contact, so vibed where I'm at

So live, I'm tryina' live so right from my raps, so

Hook:

Yeah, we finally made it over

Yeah, we finally made it over

Yeah, we finally made it over

The city made me colder and y'all ain't know it

Yeah, we finally made it over

Yeah, we finally made it over

Yeah, we finally made it over

The city made me colder and y'all ain't know it