I'm on fire I gotta keep my spark going 
“Exit right Park Lawn”, that’s where I get my dark on 
No ceilings, even my whip doesn’t got one 
My new chick’s from Brooklyn, Toronto’s where I shot from 

I got range, I never threw a wish up 
Who got the juice? I’m feeling like Bishop  
Yeah... I’m trying to ease my mind 
with a little red wine, little sess I could twist up

Gold on, robe on, do you get the picture? 
I’m feeling rich and the rich get richer 
I’m Caesar Milan you better tie your bitch up 
Niggas getting mad I’m getting happy with their sister

Call me Mr. Nice Guy 
til you fuck around and my heart turn ice guy
Sacrificed, I... had a vice, I’d...
hit the club like, “What’s your price ma?”

All this stress in the world and you’re stressing your girl
meanwhile I’m impressing your girl
Shit, I been impressing myself 
Grade 9, got the t-shirts and pressed them myself

Yeah I invest in myself 
Pray to the man above, but I’m blessing myself
(I’m something else)

GYASI (𝐽𝐴𝑌•𝑠𝑒𝑒)