JET - YYZ

No money

Don’t care yo

21 in the middle of Ontario

Got a bad bitch with an ass like Iggy

Smoking on some cabbage that could bench five fiddy

Strong

But I wouldn’t call her fancy

My Tunes make her Looney — I’m ACME

BOMB!

What hunny?

Can’t hear you

21 in the middle of Ontario

Tryna make Bank like Azealia

Really I’m

Smoking hot like paraphernalia

Telling ya

It’s sick what I serve when I’m dropping bars…

I’m a convict cafeteria!

And I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good

All these niggas Marauders just watching my moves

It’s the king of Toronto from Sauga a youth

A Canadian Emperor finding his groove

I gotchu Disney

Young king, I don’t need no Zazu with me!

Cuz I’m

Living life, like «c'est la vie»

Feel like I could never lose, I could take Ali

Like I’m sicker than the flu, like I’m HIV

Like I’m 'bout to make the news, YY-BENGHAZI

Runs these tracks with Jamaican speed

Young black, more hot than Kenya be

Hold up

That miss you ese?

Kenya Moore — Black Miss USA

Won that back in '93

But damn girl you still fine to me

OK

It’s the main attraction

I would be lying

To say the mane attached to him is not that of a lions

Been writing rhymes fresh as Trident

Try keeping time with a Titan

I flow hard

Y’all are coast guards

I am Poseidon

It’s Foucault

Fucking Mozart

That’s power through violence

Oh God

Guess I found my Nietzsche

There is no God

Damn

I should refrain from philosophy

Always was strange but now strangers are watching me

Out of my brain, wish they botched the lobotomy

Breaking the mold, I should drop out of pottery

Rare as a lottery

Winner in poverty

Making that green

'stead of cooking up collard greens

Oh wait y’all don’t get it?

Wanna play it back?

Would it help if I re-said it?

Maybe I’m too fast

Maybe y’all just need a minute

Maybe I should slow it down

Reexplain every sentence

Basically I’m the best there is

Man

Fuck that shit

Y’all can suck my dick

Couldn’t really give a damn if they bumped my hits

But I’m thankful to the fans for the love I get

Promise I’ma pay it back when I’ve bought my jet

I’ma fly y’all 'round the world twice

Fuck it make it three

Remember?

«C'est la vie»

I beat a wrap like my name’s Homolka

Skin’s half black, she’s tasting mocha

Come and give it to you daddy like a great report card

These bitches love me, my name is Sosa

And that’s why I can’t fuck with you niggas

I’m clear of the cliff, with you Huxtable niggas

I’ll belt this shit out till I buckle you niggas

Fuck YYZ, I just Trey Russell’d you niggas