Drake Got a Key from the Mayor I Knew Rob Ford and Gave a Key to the Mayor

You let your gun buss and heat fire
Your enemies ain’t dead
You shooting friends or your a liar
Or you hitting strangers
I’ll make it rearrange ya
Leave you more holy than jesus in the manger
Either way little nigga don’t have a prayer
This ain’t base ball I got hittas I ain’t a player
Drake got hittas too and got a key from the mayor
I knew rob ford and gave a key to the mayor
I got a bad bitch that suck dick you better payer
I got her on her knees in a telly doing favours
Tell a nosey neighbor I carry a light saber
Mind your business or i’ll make you meet your maker
Got a lot of money couple gee’s will make em take ya
I ain’t charmins or Kleenex im making paper
Im a violent guy my goons i’ll make em rape ya
Wit a broom stick when the boom hit
The coke price was high so I reduced it
The quality was high so they used it
They don’t even eat they look like a tooth pick
Custys want bin ladin number four or a moon disc
My last album mok one produced it
Avalanche be wilding he on that bull shit
Im a Toronto rapper
Shoot at Toronto rappers
And post it on Toronto rappers… dot com
I am not calm you better walk on
Find a nigga like tom tom
Sharp shooter hit a nigga spot on
Oooooh he’s lucky if hes not gone
That’s the bitch nigga we got the drop on
745 or 550 clock on
That’s car talk
Kill a nigga more chalk
Your girls like Avalanche your hot
Im a wild boy that’s not a childs toy
My burna burna learn a tina turna
Like ike did
Gun touch more kids than mike did
My young boy caught a body and liked it
Stop talking bout cars and money you might get
Andrews girl sucks dick that’s a mic check
If I think your off by a gram I might check
Your dollar seventy five from socan light cheque
Red bone saying my back my neck
I never walk the strip with out my tek