You know reality bites
It's chess not checkers
Those empty threats only sound good on your records
If the patois is not followed by blocka
It's like Screwface, without the choppa
Let 'em rush the stage when you made like Sinatra
Only the hotter blade, flyin' back through LaGuardia
I might even buy a home out in Mississauga
All my walls have scrolls of the Shabalalas
Many doors tat are sprawled, they my ill nana
Make her call, she gon' crawl, bad gyal, Patra
I'm involved then absolved, I am Godfather, hush
