(lyrics)

(Fenly)
We do big moves for the loot
I'm coming through
With my troups
To get amused
We drinking booze
Might pull up in coups
Above the roof
Where my mind be
Ask about me
Pure Hemp on my green leafs
Lately
I been icy
And on the grind you'll
Never find me
Unless the day one homies
Hit my line to get wavy
To unwind
I'm drinking Hennessy
With some iced tea
Then I watch my shorty wine up on me
Slowly
We party
Like we Making money
On the daily
Getting trippy with the bros
Never gets old
Whether it's sunny or cold
In MTL
We popping 40s
Way below zero
Smoking indo
Indoors of the studios
Huhuh

(Hook)
(Cause I like to hang out late with the homies) (*Meen Green)


(MusoNi)
We contemplate among other things
Coming to you live like them guitar strings
Exposing playa, hataz
Fiending for the clickbait
My man be like, wait
First let's finish this 40
Then we b-legit like the click
The best ideas comes up when im im the shower
But im so montree, Ville St-Laurent feels like the Pacific Northwest
And I had to confess
My team be the best..

(Fenly)
Ayo shoutout to my bros
Out here killing flows
Still after reaching the top
We on the block
Huh
I don't discriminate
Made it happen just to demonstrate
All it takes is faith
I'm who I want to be
I'm never fake
What you see is what you get
Bitch I rep the set
Young and feeling like a vet
Yeah
I really do this
We don't he most
Killing flows to blow smoke coast to coast
Living by the code how it goes

(Hook)

(Muso)
Cannot deal with these...
Unfit emcees
Why don't they just dance, or paint or sing like the Force MDs
On ghostface killah,
They were fire
Can't remember,
That particular song
Im peculiar with these niggas thinking they the shit I keep those extra clips
Just In case si ya un panique
I show up in the middle of a OK Corral with a charisma that's sick
And I charm the crowd and tax their ass as if I was the internal revenue
Services I be that gravedigga with those corpseses
I'm lost with no reception, hundred miles (kilometers) from Corpus Christi
...see, I'm too passionate and desperate
You can see me with the sign that says
Mikah 9 is the best rapper of all time
Im through with you
Like a wack ass cd I eject and throw it out in the freeway
Black Silk got sentenced convicted, did his time like Freeway
But on the flipside, we tell shit like it is since shit is misconscrewed
I like my shit raw, with a zest of attitude
Wrote this on my way to studio as usual
You guessed it, Random Mitchell
On a government coverup so I'm trying to make it covert and simple
Incognito it's that negro
Tell me what's on the table
Don't u wanna hear the sound of that gun that's under the table?
Setting up shop im selling tapes and watermelon, merci
Ah fuck it
coming back with the pen
Joe Pesci
and im out...

Yeah! Peace to my cousin The Bottom Line,
Peace to Bilo
Mark The Magnanimous...you famous
Huilly Huile whas da deal
My peoples at loop sessions
My peoples at librairie Racines
DJ White Socks
Pro-V
Giovanni Marks, for all you marks
Out there..and remember:
If you are the light, you are the path..