Boi-1da - Freestyle 1 (5am In Toronto) lyrics

I heard them making noise Already a seed in soil I been going with the boys B Ball fan, we the north At home they close the doors, one way, googled to set out Not faint-hearted, do you understand how ? First I did a step, with no words, earned respect Broke, not writing checks, in fact, need time to reflect Man, all I do is chillin', I'm not a likable minion Locked in under a ceiling, Dj scratch it like primo Battled my ego, what hides all that bravado ? (wow) I ain‘t playin‘ cool, take all the pills you can swallow The wait been long, man couldn't go further to be legal In my rear view it's blurred, I'm waiting for my turn Inspired, first did it for fun Introduction, started from a job at Staples on Yonge I mean, just cross the street I was both Young and King Straight outta a village bro you know what I mean ! What I mean, been gone miles away man I go, I'm in Back then, unconcerned, it was close to be a dream My boy G told me not to go for chicken at Hooters Thinkin' of big booties, Devil's on both shoulders A dedication to friends, I swear I be the same Quick lesson in seconds, learnt to be a man Stirring the wheel, crossing over the pa**ing lane I been trying, in vain (bro !) Go we aim at Muthaf**ers Let me dazzle those faces of bloods**ers Then I gon' knock at the door, it's time now Imma go deeper Listening to the nature, arguments over your lecture Knowledge, life, etcetera … opened wound no anesthesia You can fear it when I step on Drop it cause I stay on Heat up but it's goose bumps A new joint in my eardrum Couldn't counting the stars, got love the city I'm in I held closer adventure, see all the sh** that I gained See throught it X-ray, costly it's 10k Balling like MJ, it's fine man I'm doing okay Go with the vibe, what I do is right Disruptive, I'm a fearless guy and until I die Here's what I got, like it or not Plan a plot, I like a lot Self-expression, a reminder of my name Just cut the crap homie and it's not for the fame What about thieves when they steal money Bro ! Feel like a bee that produced honey Try my hobby, not even leaving a tip Pull out sharp tongues I can read on the lips Near to my old crib, been seeing the same sh** Sat on the same bench, talking ‘bout the same sh** Come on I'll do it, motherf**ers trynna get my freedom Some people died of boredom, it's up to me to do it Yeah, it's up to me to do it I'll do for real, motherf**ers trynna get that freedom I don't want it in failure, some people died of boredom You heard what I said, It's up to me to do it It's up to me to do it …