2 years since my Grandpa Sunny met his sunset I was out in Mexico poolside keeping my feet wet Came back for the funeral seen a nug in his casket Hours later me and my cousins smoking and laughing Rarely do I use for pleasure, drink more when I’m under pressure Lately I’ve been working on it, tryna keep my shit together Not really addiction, it’s a problem I can fix it Watch me smile all picture perfect cracking jokes like nothing hurts I got your vices in my DNA I got your vices in my DNA, yeah I checked I bet my life that we won’t be the same I bet my life that we won’t be the same, yeah I bet I been working all week, I get home and can’t sleep If it’s not an early morning I wake up and can’t eat Work ethic way strong, motivation mad weak Man my body at its limit but I know I can’t tweak Different moods for dark days, different gigs the same fee Skin like coal when under pressure, cause these diamonds ain’t cheap I been feeling lonely lately, haven’t seen my family Take a visit, go to see 'em they don’t understand me When I walk over bridges rails looking like lines of scrimmage I crank my headphones to max screaming lyrics to block the image That’s my body dropping Gardiner traffic isn’t stopping Crush a car hood to my coffin but I choose the better option Jane and Dundas Carvela said I’m not allowed to die Never thought I’d see the day one of my students saved my life By the time you’re hearing this your favourite Scribe will have a wife Pain is dark as winter nights I’m tryna live to see the light Men that came before me weren’t monogamous, vows were Broken promises sometimes marriage scares me task is ominous Friend requests with same last names but they anonymous I’m praying from my blood that I’m autonomous I got your vices in my DNA I got your vices in my DNA, yeah I checked I bet my life that we won’t be the same I bet my life that we won’t be the same, yeah I bet The city way too hot this summer, bullets rain like Beads of sweat it’s like a Oprah giveaway this summer You caught a body, he’ll catch a body they’ll Cop a shotty let it bang and ain’t nobody sorry Streets caught amnesia ain’t nobody knuckle up Tucking tails between they legs and let that anger bubble up They be Egging on his temper he a Bronco he go buck He gon’ pack a strap that’s gonna sonic boom soon as he bust You got rage like Ozaru wanna brawl like Tekken two Takes back to when disrespect made me go gorilla too You want don respect with the temperament of a yute I don’t blame you at all when cops wanna move like abusive dukes Racist media and mayor gon’ treat our dead like they pawns Never forget when cops put they hands on the homie John Removing supervision for all the times they do wrong Removing programs and then placing blame on our songs They see drugs and the dealings Shootings stabbings and killings Leave it to the masses they gon’ paint us all as villains Even when the victims is children they blame civilians Gentrifying neighbourhoods to buy us out the buildings But we more than that, more then hammers set to clap We the northern renaissance that put the city on the map They try to dash us ‘weh we here to stay Father I pray You help us heal while you reveal these wicked ways Fam hear me say I got your vices in my DNA I got your vices in my DNA, yeah I checked I bet my life that we won’t be the same I bet my life that we won’t be the same, yeah I bet

I need a big amount, I’m tryna make a dent I’m gonna raise a kid while they raise the rent Look at what I did look at what I spent Big amount big amount, uh cut the cheque Hustle stacks the money fast, budget takes the bread far Hungry like my Muslim brothers ‘for they break for iftar Hungry like Hyenas in the flames before they ate Scar Handle all my bills and throw some bills inside my tip jar Racks like ribs don’t touch the meal til it’s seasoned We ain’t chicken but dodge the Pigs and beef like we vegan All Canadian money my wallet look garden salad I’m tryna thicken it up make the pockets look DJ Khalid I need a big amount, I’m tryna make a dent I’m gonna raise a kid while they raise the rent Look at what I did, look at what I spent Big amount big amount, uh cut the cheque Four years of building ain’t got nothing to prove it Been almost four years since I done dropped any music Files got corrupted, saved for rings & a wedding How I still wind up better than rappers with time to do it I’m cruising been poetic in nature went underground and learned to echo the moves of the majors I’m moving greater Study Hov, Study Nip motion pic flip the script Every page worth a grip moving books like they were bricks

It’s too bad It’s too bad I Always want what I can’t have So broke window shopping on the gram ad Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad I’ll punch a baby in the face if it look at me the wrong way Closest I’ll get to hits like Beyoncé Rap satire, We the caviar I need an ounce of merlot in backyard Not the bottle you can keep it for yourself, in fact, look at this belt Oh he selfish No I sell beats Like I’m Dwight, get it right Perhaps an ounce of sauce on the chicken with the rice You can do to yourself I need an ounce of the wealth Well, To be honest I keep taking L’s After that I need ounce of friends thanks, bye mom and dad, Sheese pass the Benz, They gave me the credit card now we back in buisss She told me tap the card to Bypass the pin Like shit damn this the life style I need an ounce mmm right now It’s too bad It’s too bad I Always want what I can’t have So broke window shopping on the gram ad Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad It’s too bad It’s too bad I Always want what I can’t have So broke window shopping on the gram ad Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad Dawg run me a quick sip A one two waterfall just need a lil drip Swing me dollar, just one bone chill All I need is one more for bus fare home still Your kicks so ill, where’d you cop those Might reach the store and then jam next mans clothes Checks over stripes, that’s what I like Was almost hype beast then I checked the price Yikes - Lord knows I could use an ounce Put the Spritopia in the cup and bounce Check your portions that’s the right amount If you don’t do the Sprite first it don’t count Wait what’s this notification Phone call saying I just won a vacation Damn, I wanna see the clouds Maybe I need a ounce of the loud It’s too bad It’s too bad I Always want what I can’t have So broke window shopping on the gram ad Double tap but I can’t tap the pin pad Got an Oh Zee like I'm Dorthy Feeling more free, than the morphine Reflect off the green like a glass house It was passed down Cash out, Donation bin, they getting passed out Probably, call me, off beat or not a stand out Obviously, they can't call me, without the numbers Follow me, Eric I be, raw as Kim, in 93 I be the runner, up Swallow me, I'm not digestible, appendix bout 2 flex a few Young E, sizzle like coke ZERO, Not sweet, but my round rich as De Niro, Still not hero, Still rock Apparel, that's made American Americano, like I'm arrogant Express-open minded thought Express train, saying, I think I lost my spot So now I'm standing with an ounce of energy It's all I got With some pocket and my pot

Don't kill me You envy us cause we can sing at funerals Funerals- We can sing at funerals Take a planet full of pain and paint that thang as beautiful Beautiful- paint that thang as beautiful You ain't seen incisions blood that's dripping from our cuticles You ain't seen incisions blood that's dripping G-R-E-AT depression rests on me Mind in 1933, where the pressure comes to rob my peace Chaos in the brain on fleek, array of thoughts at cyclone speed Alone I walk this crazy maze, I move to the drum beat of anxiety You envy us cause we can sing at funerals Take a planet full of pain and paint that thang as beautiful You ain't seen incisions blood that's dripping from our cuticles You ain't seen incisions blood that's dripping from our cuticles Don't kill me

If I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Tell em if I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death Its gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Tell em if I die tomorrow The year is 2025, we live at the Grammys Give Brett a dap and smile, gold trophy they hand me I give glory to God, Brett thanks both of our families But something's feeling odd, vibes have got me feeling antsy I hear shots, doors lock, guards drop Everybody getting robbed, ski masks, black glocks See one pointed my way, I can hear my heart stop Fully loaded like the Matrix and I pray it don't pop but He be letting off his nine tho Bullets fly through me leaving holes, where do I go Spirit way up in the sky high like soprano Colour draining from my face no vitiligo I wake up with a cold sweat dripping down my neck The Reaper's cousin demanding I give his fam respect Go to the booth pull all our beats up on deck And spit each demo like it was my last breath so If I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath If I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Tell em if I die tomorrow It's gonna be a great death Its gonna be a great death If I die tomorrow You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath Grab a molotov, hey Someone call up Cleopatra from the grave We could set it off, hey Grab a camera like an uzi get to shooting It's just click click, bang bang bang and your whole life gone Just a jpeg on a t-shirt or your homegirls phone I ain't down to go out no no Not without vocals tracked thoughts penned down full blown I'm God's son, I'm Pac's child my whole vibe gon prove it My notes gon spark revival or revolution Homie I known from time Legends never really pass, music keeps them all alive I'll be six feet under grass, this my fully written will Why you think I'm writing rhymes huh Just in case I don't survive It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath It's gonna be a great death It's gonna be a great death You gon love what comes next You gon love my last breath

I swim against waves crashing Waves I swim against waves crashing Waves Skin brown like sea shores I see Shells of themselves drown no before’s or after’s Taken I’m trying to be more than captured Sand in an hour glass post the Rapture I been mistaken for brave more than twice Ain’t say I been scared to swim my whole life Terrified to drown, let my people down But I refuse to fail my child or my wife She so understanding, even when the bills get demanding She overstate that God’s got this We’ll make them deposits, she trust in His purpose Praise be, Scribe and Onglish Aren’t Perfect It’s worth all the water weight we down to wait Surf doors til we freeze or die no Jack & Kate The faith that music is worth all the pain Strain our arms just to float til we reign We swim against waves

Freedom There is no more to say Freedom is the way a tongue of flame French kisses kindling Sparks spitting from the pit Catching bark and the open sky Freedom There is no more to say Sitcom series finale light switch Extra seconds embracing before boarding at the airport There is no more to say With so much still unsaid The swing of long open doors Finally closing