[Verse 1: Spitfire]

Bring the horns this beat is animals

Elle est fan de my theatricals

The flow is Goofy man it's magical

But when I'm hungry might go cannibal, let's get it then

Tryna spit a little bit of truth like my name Rafiki

Craft art so fine in your mind it reminds you of Tahiti

Feeling pretty lost at sea like the homie Nemo Frito, Lay back it's the weekend with ya boy young Tino

We know you didn't catch that rewind TiVo, VeVo it's crunch time no Cheetos

Okay see we thunder down the street show how we do

Bars be larger than a whale keep coming out the blue

Y'all be serving up the beef yet I don't hear a single moo

This hook comes in so perfect like the letter on my shoe

[Hook: Spitfire]

What's the move? Can I tell the truth

If I was doing this for you then I have nothing left to prove

Nah, this for me though, I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people

And they don't have no award for that

Trophies, trophies

And they don't have no award for that

This don't come with trophies, Ain't no envelopes to open

I just do it cause I'm supposed to, get up

[Verse 2: Spitfire]

Ya boy was cashing cheques off of a spelling bee

Greatness incarnated now they dwell in me

Focused on my motives never sell a G

Yet every time y'all come around always smelling trees

When nobody wanna kick it I kicked my way to the top

Never the MVP but I been taken what I got

Two threes off finance, cash flow that's fine man

HiiiPoWeR that numero uno homie it's my time man

Came to Change The View and be positive for the youth

The paper held me down a dozen times but where are you

My own city ain't got me my back up against the wall

Brampton repping not respected still got my eye on the ball

[Hook]

[Outro: Spitfire]

Hardly scratch the surface I ain't never giving up

Till I'm sipping champagne from my own Grammy cup