Wiley - BMO Field lyrics

I know that system so I ain't pissed That's why I accept the game for what it is And I'm looking for my own success, not his I've been setting pace since man had a [?] If I ain't got sk** then what are these bars? A reflection of all of my pain and scars I can talk about more than money, d** and cars And I like to talk to women who party in the clubs and the bars Told them already, Wiley's a boss I roll up looking like a tramp, no I don't wanna floss I'm the oldest blast from the past See me at face value, I ain't gotta wear no mask I rep Team Humble for life For the work I do, I'm taking a slice I share bread and water like Jesus Christ I know myself well like Three Blind Mice It's like once ain't enough, MCs wanna hype up twice You think you know cold, well check this rain, it's ice Smoking that loudest green part of my vice I've got dons in my hood are cool but some who ain't nice Might roll through and put an end to a good night Like I know this, they know that, that's their life But some dons ain't gonna do sh**, stop saying you might You've been on the dark side hating, [?] for the whole of your life Nearly put your soul on the line Saying you've got grime cla**ics, but they ain't older than mine Some do 9 to 5, but I'm rolling over the time If you're wanting me to hear you then show me your vibe I've got a vibe for sale, I know man doing life in jail I know a man who has got a wife in jail, spoke to her, she said it's a hype in jail She told me to stay away from there, I told her I won't take it there You see the platform where you can influence kids, I'm a make it there Wanna start the fire, not chase the flares No bullsh**, keep it basic here When I'm in the studio, Tre is here, I might to the Raptors, Drake is there If a royalty comes through, I ring my sister like "take a share" Two-twelve is a good one, had an amazing year Don't write me off too soon, I'm staying here Don't book me for them, cause I ain't playing there Hear me on Rinse.fm, I'm spraying there See me at the rose club Kendrick and Dre are there Hold tight Damon Dash Cause he motivated me to earn cash Hold tight Ramsey and Fen And MC Creed, d-d-d-d-doin' it again When the sun's out fam I'm gonna be R1ing to the studio When I say R1, some man still don't got a clue though Everybody's bad, I don't care who you know Hit a man in the head with a rolling judo All of my dons been k**ing it Some talk beef and burgers, they're grilling it All of my dons been k**ing it Some talk beef and burgers they're - all my dons that are gone, fresh liquor I pour It's snowing outside, spill it on a white floor Dogs are built up it's what I give 'em tripe for I've got apples in my house like I run an iStore Never had the I3, came in on the I4 Big up [?] Spitting or producing, dunno what I like more Been k**ing it since one-double-nine-four [?] I saw, the uphill struggle that lead to my door It's outrageous, what you think I'm on a hype for? f**ing with the music, it's what I live my life for Let me do what I'm doing, cause I do it like I done it Dons in music, understand we run it I told you before, even in war Been k**ing it since one-double-nine-four