HB Productions - 5am in Toronto (Remix) lyrics

f** hopes and dreams am already doing it Hatters have been working crazy just ruining it My throne is so heavy they broke bones moving it If this a hard pill to swallow I suggest you start chewing it I paint with words and I speak to the deaf So on my level I swear I'm on it till the d**h k**ing them rappers like am spiting venom My head on my shoulders but am still not watching for them Am getting bloody like a mothaf**ing dog fight Fly n***a never getting tired of long flights Life is a game but we're just playing with y'all Pushing bu*tons on the controller just f**ing with y'all I swear, me and my n***as are too busy celebrating b**hes trynna bring us down, but we're elevating I'm something like a freak I ain't kidding with y'all I climbed to that top and I ain't ready to fall Loyal to the streets like am a homeless man Screaming to life like I am a crazy fan This sh** is hard but I make it look easy f** the hood I Keep it real for the whole city 5 am in this b**h, still got them gla**es on Lyrically am insane y'all n***as sound like you out of tone We be shooting bullets they just playing with stones We be breaking records or breaking Bones I ain't lying I spit the truth and embrace reality Music is my drug and am loving every casualty Been doing this longer than anybody else in this area Claiming that you been doing it, nobody's ever heard of ya Won't let them take my life cuz that sh** is mine Like that star in the sky we just rise and shine So ashamed to compete with rappers with a Brocken spine Got more sh** to do than just wine and dine Now everything's for the taking Open your eyes and watch greatness in the making I got my foot on the finish line and I ain't even racing Am smiling to the crowd and all them hatters am facing Stop hatting am just trynna get my buzz right 5 am in this b**h we be rapping all night My sh** is so bright I swear they call me broad light I know a n***a who'd pay to see me shed blood under spotlight I'm less concerned about life or where the f** am at Between work and money, my music what brings me back I swear, everybody want a piece of this, piece of that It's like give me this, give me that I find funny I swear I find funny That microphone's the only thing that hasn't left me Middle finger to every n***a who ever lied to me Middle finger to every n***a who ever laughed at me They tell me that I should act my age Cut the lights, put down the mic, never get back on stage Give it up, and get prepared to work that 9 to 5 But am a rapper spitting is the only reason am alive I'm shooting for the moon and reaching farther And if they stand in my way ama call it “ma** murder”