Intro (Roshin)
Welcome to the city where I live/ Might run into Drizzy, Tory, Lowry, Spicy P or Vladi Jr on the strip Welcome to the city that I’m from/ Grew up watching, Vince and Tracy, Dave and Dougie, Robby, Joe and John/

Verse 1 (Roshin)
When the cash low, rent is high/ What you ask for, when it’s time Who you ask for it, when you ask/ What’s the tax on it, is it fast? When I got good, I was young/ What was not good, I was dumb I was gone fast, I was sprung/ All the tall grass in my lungs I’m thinking that I’m Artistic/ My city was a harsh critic Turn a Lisa to Bart Simpson/ Calling pizzas to the park benches Fast times fast forward/ the flask still in the Jansport by the passport/ I get the cash thats what the bag for/ It’s not a last resort, Animorphs up in the RAV4/ And of course we took the back door/I know this verse is kinda vague (true but) This around the time when Wayne shouted Drizzy on the stage/ and we knew this shit was bout to change They took a lighter to the Powder keg/ see Everybody rapped around the way and we was down from day one/ backward, Rae Srem, shots'll get your ass and face done/ When your shit pop, from the GO/ you don’t give props, at the show You don’t know good from the bad/ But When you bout life in the cold When you outside in a coat/ need to have salt when it snow/ When you hit em till they hit the ropes/ but they don’t fuck with you at Interscope Welcome to the old Toronto/ CN Tower you can hold the condos/ Back when Kardi was our only model/ hooker Harvey’s was an open brothel/ Didn’t need a bat signal/ My heroes wore black jays in Black Lincolns/ On a major talking bout Vaughn and Oakwood/ had our faces going MaCaulay Caulkin/

Chorus (Roshin)
It’s heavy how we don’t go back/ but remember when when we wasn’t all at/ screaming, Give me money/ for this gold oh yeah/ give me money for this gold/ Give me money for this gold oh yeah/ Oh Yeah/