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Lyrics:
Politics at home
I’m all alone
Politics at home 
I’m all alone (all alone)
House politics, hood politics 
I ain’t grow up in the hood
My home was the hood 
Not from the streets, don’t test me, still a G
My home was the hood (you heard?)
Beefs, plots, and schemes 
Phones tapped 
Slaps and screams 
Backstabbing fam ain’t who they seem to be 
Crabs in a bucket mentality
Sad to see (indeed)
Politics at home 
I’m all alone
Politics at home 
I’m all alone 

Prone to every move analyzed like a drone  
Prone to being the one that’s not adored 
A slight slip of the tongue and I’m done 
Walking on a tightrope
Choking on the words caught in my throat 
Indian soap opera, Tony Soprano 
My dad was like the mom in I, Tonya
Livia Soprano, that was my grandma’s twin 
Still miss her though 
Only child caught between two polar opposites 
One pole the North, one pole the South
Me with a clamp, over my mouth
Psychologically hampered and tampered with 
Brain damage from my parents’ marriage 
Rage filled pain fills the cages of my brain 
Blame game, my dad hated my mom’s fam 
Aimed to frame and defame 'em
He had the phone lines in the house tapped
Tried to get me saying lies on cam 
Videotapes for the court trial 
I couldn’t show I like her fam 
Interviews with the child custody lawyer 
Dad yelling when I told her the truth 
His ruthless ways 
Always checking over my shoulder
Feel like someone’s eavesdropping 
Pops secretly listening in
Crippling antics (tragic)

Chorus

Grew up in a joint family sharing space 
Had to brace myself, my mom told me points
Said my dad’s fam that I lived with hated me
She was traumatized, said they didn’t care 
She was tryna protect me 
Instead it left me scarred and scared  
She overshared, made me an orphan
Feel like a burden on everyone 'til this day
Suffer in silence below the surface, I feared 
Suffocate like a deer with a crippled gait 
Me, 3 or 4, too young to be told this stuff 
Grew up on edge with too much knowledge 
Wrongs done against my mother
Her fam and her suffered 
At the hands of my dad and his fam 
They had to return back to Punjab 
The pind could be the hood at times
They grinded to make it here, only to return 
Put their dreams in an urn
They yearned for their daughter, my mother 
The heartbreak killed my Nani, mom’s mom 
Heard lies 'bout my mom, she was villainized 
Still I felt ashamed even if they were lies 
Learned to numb my emotions
Maintain a cold front, Arctic Ocean 
Mom had panic attacks 
Visited the hospital, sat in her lap 
Saw the cup of water in her hand shaking 
As a daughter, could never do nothing
Free Willy, I was trapped
Could I leap over the wall? I was too small 
Now I got SAD, OCPD
Social anxiety, paranoia
Oh yeah, flippin’ out Nokia 
But I ain’t ever do no drugs
Diego Maradona? Nah, I’m sober 

Chorus

Product of my environment 
Violent at times but I don’t commit no crimes 
Anger’s a demon, I ain’t tryna do time 
Now I know the world’s not black and white 
Not just good and evil, it’s gray 
Way more complex, so I pray 
Hurt people, hurt people 
Intergenerational trauma, 1947 Partition 
Grandpa had to flee home, his dad died on the way 
Had to cremate him right there as a boy 
He grew up and raised my dad strict 
Dad did the same with me
That’s all he knew, in his mind he’s right 
We clash and fight 
In the past I held intense hatred inside 
Instead, love’s where freedom lies  
Love’s where peace lies 
I cried when dad’s mom, Biji died
Despite it all, she raised me 
Death’s the only thing guaranteed in life 
Learn to love before you turn to dust

The Lion With Emerald Eyes

Politics at Home

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Lyrics:
Punjabi Canadian
We the Italian Americans or the Mexicans
Land of the 5 rivers, Punjab
Where my parents from 
1985, pops arrived in Canada
10 dollars in his pocket 
Racists say go back where you came from 
I was born here, where do I go back to? 
Credit Valley Hospital?
I mean if they hiring, sure
A doc’s salary nice 

Main ni jaana 
Bhangra paana 
Ponche chuk ke, nachna ni 
Gangster bhangra, gangster walk 
See an opp and talk, I don’t let it start
No war 

This how G’s walk, do the gangster step 
Rep kardi Punjabiyan nu
Daaku ton ghat ni, laraaku siray di 
Paatu sir nu, jera karu thoo thoo 
Pat te hath maar ke maar te
Kadhi hoon kar ke kadi haan kar ke
Brampton to Surrey BC, Punjabi territory 
Malton to Rexdale we rep still 
Mafia wang mere ton mangde maafiyan 
Mera naa kaafi ah
Gadaffi toh wadi salaami 
Main baaghi aah, dumaagi aah
Dunali wang tera baap ee main
Hindi mein saap hi main
Tera Saab ee main, laajawab vi main 
Swair ton shaam tak, mainu tak de
Rakhri ni ban di, kardi raksha khud di
Rakhi Sawant ni main, Balwant Singh ah 
Mainu dekh ke tarfan saray
Khoon khaulde bale
Barf nal thande kar te, paale lagde
Tussi sochde maartay
Sirf dubo ke shadte, tharde 
Tharke pani’ch thairde (tharfde)
This way, that way, UK to the Bay Area 
Punjabis holdin’ it down
Place to place like a noun 
Brown skin and we proud 
Crowned like a Taj 
Sainde ni Angreji Raaj 
Upar uth de, baaj
Kar kuriya di laaj, kara tera alaaj
Jeeb vad ke band karda awaaj

Main ni jaana 
Bhangra paana 
Ponche chuk ke, nachna ni 
Gangster bhangra, gangster walk 
See an opp and talk, I don’t let it start
No war 

Ah saray khaande swaa khe 
Chunni rakha main sawar ke
Chori chori na tak mundiya
Gundi ah, kan maror doo
Latah bawa tor doo
Pher vi jay aana, aaja 
Heard the propaganda 'bout Wasaga 
White lady going gaga with nada, no proof 
Tryna malign Maharajas, that’s rude 
Blaming brown people for all societal evils 
Let’s discuss the colonization of South Asia and racism 
Radcliffe Commission split Punjab into two 
Looted our lands, shoot at sight orders too 
Took the Koh-i-Noor, to name a few
Used divide and rule strategy 
To suppress civilian mutinies 
Killing millions to preserve British brutality 
Imperialism draining trillions 
But we the villains?
Chakoo ton tikhi meri jubaan
Kandey mainu don, asal’ch main Kaur
Kaum te kurbaan

Main ni jaana 
Bhangra paana 
Ponche chuk ke, nachna ni 
Gangster bhangra, gangster walk 
See an opp and talk, I don’t let it start
No war 

I’m a Punjabi MC, shoutout Panjabi MC
He an OG, where East meets West 
Bhangra vest on my chest how I’m dressed 
Bruaah, bruaah, bruaah

Gangster Walk

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Lyrics:
Lady in Lacoste
L L Lady in Lacoste 
Scorsese on the block 
Leo on a yacht (Capo)
De Niro in a plot 
Al Pacino with the guap 
Italiano with the sauce 
Don Vito, I’m the boss 
Lady in Lacoste 
L L lady in Lacoste 
Coastin’ in some Crocs 
Me you shall not cross 
Stick on me, lacrosse 
Too clean like floss 
Lady in Lacoste
L L lady in Lacoste 

I’m Tiger playing golf, but I’m Lioness Kaur
LK in Lacoste, lady in Lacoste, equals L I L
Emerald Lion Enterprises, ELE
Add another L, that’s elle, she in French
Me so fresh, crisply dressed like Cench 
Y’all frisbee fetch
I get the wrench and twist my wrist 
Rest is less when you intend to be the best
I bench press and rep sets despite the stress 
Mans out here boasting 
With nothing to be toasting 'bout 
Y’all eat roast pig and rotisserie chicken wings 
I don’t eat living things, I cannot rinse that sin 
Chilling in my loft    
Loaftin’ in some Crocs, so my shoes alligator 
Low costs ain’t real, Lacoste’s the deal 
L’art de l’automobile green Porsche wheels 
See me coasting near sea’s coastline 
Rupees green like seaweed 
Ruby seizer, Julius Caesar

Lady in Lacoste
L L lady in Lacoste 
Scorsese on the block 
Leo on a yacht (Capo)
De Niro in a plot 
Al Pacino with the guap 
Italiano with the sauce 
Don Vito, I’m the boss 
Lady in Lacoste 
L L lady in Lacoste 
Coastin’ in some Crocs 
Me you shall not cross 
Stick on me, lacrosse 
Too clean like floss 
Lady in Lacoste
L L lady in Lacoste

Lady in Lacoste

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Lyrics:
Picking up the pieces, I’m puzzled 
An unexpected friend I started to depend on 
Your actions I can’t defend, is this the end?
Your ways you seem not able to mend
No amends 

Piece picker upper
Piece picker upper 
Must I always suffer?
Not a home wrecker 
So I become a piece picker upper 
Broken pieces of my heart that I recover 
I suffocate and suffer 
You’re lost in the sauce like supper 
Brother from another mother
How come you tried to become my lover?
What you see in me? No beauty queen
No cover girl, I’m from another world 

Had to let go of so much in life 
That at times I wish to let go of life itself 
Why you tell me that you love me
You already betrothed to someone else 
Thought you was supposed to be my bro 
Why you try to turn into somethin’ more 
I’m unlucky in love, a delicate turtle dove 
You hurt me a lot, added to my list of sores 
I never try to settle scores or get even 
Least you could do was admit to your wrongs 
Got me talking to you through song 
Gaslit me when I called you out on your wrongs 
Shoulda known all along 
Had pure platonic feelings for you 
Felt like I was groomed 
Planted thoughts of jumping the broom 
Already had a brother wound
You added another one, DJ Khaled 
Shattered my heart, it needs tape
Mixed feelings like batter 
Feeling beat up and battered 
Heartbeat stagnant
Always fall in love with those I cannot have 
A constant jab at my heart 
Shoulda been smarter
Shoulda listened to my head, not my heart 
Never would’ve given you 
The benefit of the doubt 
Or believed the words
That came out your mouth
Manipulative grouch making slouch moves 
I should be the one getting angry, not you 
Had no one else but you 
Maybe that’s why I got so easily fooled 

Chorus

You act like I’m the one
But you already got the one 
You was my only friend 
Came into my life unexpectedly 
Had to remove you like a hysterectomy
Felt I lost a major part of me 
So pardon me if I’m hardly heartily 
Had to restructure my whole anatomy 
Adjust to the loss of a vital organ 
Be productive, birth a new life for myself 
Without my reproductive
Made the decision for the incision 
Like a surgeon 
Ain’t your married wife, so yes I am a virgin 
Virgin Mary, I need a Holy Spirit 
Spirited Away, I’m in disarray 
You Broke My Heart like Drake would say 
You have no shame 
Told you my weaknesses, I trusted you 
Used those against me to punish me 
Despite everything you did 
I tried to be there for you as a sis
You just kept doin’ unbrotherly stuff 
If I can’t trust the bro who can I even trust
Shoulda known you a narcissist 
Not actin’ like a friend to me 
You actin’ like an enemy, a frenemy 
Had to cut you off, vasectomy 
Used the info I told you as a bro 
To pretend to be who I always wanted 
Told you how I valued friendship first 
Was it all a ruse? Feel misused 
Who are you? What’s the truth?
Feel I can’t trust no one no more 
See no morals, just men filled with lust 

Chorus

Tried to love bomb me 
When you barely even knew me 
I’m traumatized  
Had the audacity to tell me 
You’re in love with me 
When you have a girl and a fam together 
Tried to convince me you’re being real
The word selfish feels more realistic 
Made me lose faith in what love is 
Tried to convince me we’re meant to be 
Made me feel more alone than I’ve ever felt
Trust me I already knew what alone feels like 
You made it even worse, took me to my hearse 
God, it hurts 
Like a nurse I had to pull the plug 
You corrupted the meaning of love 
Corrupted the meaning of bro 
How could I be so stupid, naive 
Looked up to you, I miss my bro bro 
Never thought I’d have to lose another bro 
I’m in so much pain, going insane

Piece Picker Upper

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Ain’t ever had a man 
Never been in a relationship
Wanna wait on the right one
Before I make the jump, take the plunge 
Leap of faith 
Never been on a date 
I’d rather wait for my soulmate  
Mans mate on the first date, thirst bait 
Love’s late in my fate 
Hope it’s great, worth the wait 
Safe, not a chase 
Not a wasted taste but chaste, celibate 
That even exist? To hell with it 

Daydreaming all day long 
He’s got me blushing 
Think it’s a crush ting 
No lust, just trusting in something sweeter 
Something realer 
A crush without the lust 
Cuff ting’s a must 
No rush to clasp my hand 
Let the time lapse but I want it to last 
(Want it to last)
Cusp of bliss without a kiss 
Turn a Miss to a Mrs. not a tryst 
A crush without the lust 
Not a nut and bust 
No need to f*ck
You can keep it tucked, young buck 

Alone in my zone on my own 
I see people meet and bone 
To me that’s shallower than the shore 
Hollower than a carved out pumpkin 
I want it to mean something 
Can never have no flings 
Need a ring, I’m talking marriage 
I cherish you without the physical 
For most that’s not comprehend-able
They too dependent on jacking off 
Dick still soft 
Always requiring stimulation’s degradation 
Patience a virtue that won’t hurt you 
They birthing kids they don’t want 
With someone they won’t hesitate to drop 
But I’m chopped for not giving top?
My teeth clean, I floss 
Ricky Ross, I’m a Boss, I call the shots 
This guy got my stomach in knots 
Stop it, I ain’t got the time for the hots 
His eyes got me lost
Gosh, I think I need to bounce 
I see he tryna pounce but I ain’t about it 
I snap out of it, get my glock and load it 
Don’t touch me rodent 
Suppose I went too far, my apologies 
Don’t want fleeting dusty debris 
Or a quick lust filled steam 
Dream of unhurried longevity
Fulfilment, no cavities 
Got me feeling sappy, sheesh 

Daydreaming all day long 
He’s got me blushing 
Think it’s a crush ting 
No lust, just trusting in something sweeter 
Something realer 
A crush without the lust 
Cuff ting’s a must 
No rush to clasp my hand 
Let the time lapse but I want it to last 
(Want it to last)
Cusp of bliss without a kiss 
Turn a Miss to a Mrs. not a tryst 
A crush without the lust 
Not a nut and bust 
No need to f*ck
You can keep it tucked, young buck 

Am I delusional? Let it be, let it be
A girl can dream can’t she?
A crush without the lust is a must or it’s sus

A Crush Without the Lust

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Lyrics:
Double Dutchin’ on this beat
Yeah I’m bouncin’
No 40 Ounce in my cup
Sober in the cut
Thug stuff what I’m 'bout
No snow in my snout
Drip, freshwater trout

Flesh to bones I’m drippin’ sauce
Not a Crip, but I C-Walk like a boss
Pit stop at the shop
Check ‘em jeans out
Wad of cheese out
Ten millimetres in a centimetre
Couple centipedes long
Nah, my money long like a log
Toe tag say my name Jeff Bezos
Amazon at my feet, Tarzan in a Benz yo
Comin’ for they necks, Rey Mysterio
Boomin’ out the stereo

Double Dutchin’ on this beat
Yeah I’m bouncin’
No 40 Ounce in my cup
Sober in the cut
Thug stuff what I’m 'bout
No snow in my snout
Drip, freshwater trout

First they hate, then they ride the wave
Rave style, Eminem, 8 Mile
I smile as the haters talk
Imma clap back, wit each track
Climb the charts
Stock market, Nasdaq
Just a girl working on her craft
Swirling machine at the laundry mat
Kraft Dinner cheese, cash
Kris Van Assche
Style, Fashion Week fam
Praying for the Silence of the Lambs (man)

Double Dutchin’ on this beat
Yeah I’m bouncin’
No 40 Ounce in my cup
Sober in the cut
Thug stuff what I’m 'bout
No snow in my snout
Drip, freshwater trout

Unbothered Bounce

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Lyrics:
Straight gangsta
Lloyd Banks from Canada
Stacks taxed like Panama
Y’all ain’t no challenge bruh
Straight gangsta
Lloyd Banks from Canada
Stacks taxed like Panama
Cam caught on camera (Cam’ron)

Garments Dapper Dan (Harlem)
Jewels on me, Santana
Dipset bandana
Scarface, Montana
Say Hola to my fella (Goodfella)
My black German sniper
Make you crap like a baby in a diaper
Past midnight bus rides, bustin’ rhymes
(Busta Rhymes)
On my way to work, blue suit and tie
Silver Dart Drive
Butter tart knives
Twelve hour shifts
Early morning grind
3 AM to 9
Rollie, what’s the time
Clock in, clock out
Pat downs, down south pant legs
Gats found, 'round 'bout 20 rounds
Toronto Airport, Tarantino, Jackie Brown
I screen Glock 19’s, mines, and magazines
X-Ray machine Billie Jean wit the beam
I’m a clean surgeon with a spleen split open
Reese Witherspoon bags that I’m scopin’

Straight gangsta
Lloyd Banks from Canada
Stacks taxed like Panama
Cam caught on camera (Cam’ron)
Straight gangsta
Lloyd Banks from Canada
Stacks taxed like Panama
Y’all ain’t no challenge bruh

Canadian Gangster

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Lyrics:
Lovelorn Blues
For all my heart broke fools

Riding through the city and I’m
Cruisin’, Cruisin’, Cruisin’
Bruised heart so I skrt skrt
Mans tryna flirt
Speed away, leave ‘em in the dirt
Kinda curt, I’m still hurt, I ain’t no jerk

D&G Light Blue
God, he smell nice
His scent got me bent
Got me hooked, I’m a fool
Old school romantic
Built castles in the sand
Waves splashed, hopes erased
Teardrops rain on my window of pain

Riding through the city and I’m
Cruisin’, Cruisin’, Cruisin’
Bruised heart so I skrt skrt
Mans tryna flirt
Speed away, leave ‘em in the dirt
Kinda curt, I’m still hurt, I ain’t no jerk

Drowning in the sea of emotions
Love deeper than the ocean
Motion sickness, this a motion picture
Ocean’s Eleven, Danny and Tess typa mess
No criminal arrest
Stole my heart though
Where’s my lifeboat?
Need a moat for this fort’s support

Riding through the city and I’m
Cruisin’, Cruisin’, Cruisin’
Bruised heart so I skrt skrt
Mans tryna flirt
Speed away, leave ‘em in the dirt
Kinda curt, I’m still hurt, I ain’t no jerk

Would you be my ride or die?
The one to whom I cry?
Not a family typa girl
But fam you got me planning
Preparing like the moon landing
Floating like no gravity
Heaven sent tragedy
Sanity damaging calamity

Riding through the city and I’m
Cruisin’, Cruisin’, Cruisin’
Bruised heart so I skrt skrt
Mans tryna flirt
Speed away, leave ‘em in the dirt
Kinda curt, I’m still hurt, I ain’t no jerk

Lovelorn Blues

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Lyrics:
LK baby, LK
Emerald Lion, Lioness Kaur
Let’s make it rain, let’s make it pour

Shawty like Sade
Shawty like Sade
Shawty like
Party like L.A.
Party like L.A.
Party like
Shawty like T-Pain
Shawty like T-Pain
Shawty like
Howdy like John Wayne
Bout it bout it ándale ándale

Snap your fingers to the beat
Like it’s ‘07-‘09 T-Pain meets Lil Wayne
Way back in the day
When Drake was new to the game
He came and flipped the tables
I plan to do the same and make a name
LK baby, LK, ándale to the fame
Don’t want the acclaim but to make a change
Like Sade I exhibit elegance and grace
But I’m not afraid to spray your face with mace
Don’t touch me, I like my space
Like braces, I need the gap to function
Yeezy ain’t need the Gap to function
I ain’t need you, I ain’t no burden
Royal head held high like a turban
Energetic turbine, a 995 Carbine
Touched down in ‘99 like Columbine
Taking over ethically, unlike Columbus
Embarked on a journey uphill, Mount Everest
So effortless

Shawty like Sade
Shawty like Sade
Shawty like
Party like L.A.
Party like L.A.
Party like
Shawty like T-Pain
Shawty like T-Pain
Shawty like
Howdy like John Wayne
Bout it bout it ándale ándale

I’m just one but so is the sun
I don’t need no rum in order to have fun
RedRum spelled backwards? Murder
Not tryna end up on my deathbed
Eating meds or with a liver surgeon
I deliver while the vermin quiver
Fed with a silver spoon in their youth
But they getting slivers and leftovers now
I devour appetizers to my appetite’s delight
For the main course, I’d eat goat, aka me
But I don’t eat meat
I do got a sweet tooth
I’m not a rude ruthless dude
So I never ask the chef to fetch me a plate
While I sit and belch
With a too tight belt on my waist
Not the way I was raised
Don’t want a T-bone steak, cheese, eggs
And Welch’s grape like Biggie said
I’m still Ready to Die
But I know I got a Life After Death
I get respect without a TEC
Ain’t reppin’ no set but I’m still a threat

Shawty like Sade
Shawty like Sade
Shawty like
Party like L.A.
Party like L.A.
Party like
Shawty like T-Pain
Shawty like T-Pain
Shawty like
Howdy like John Wayne
Bout it bout it ándale ándale

Shawty Like Sade

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Lyrics:
Grand Theft Auto, Greater Toronto Area
GTA, GTA edition
Lioness Kaur, Emerald Lion
Mississauga, Ontario, Brampton
M O B, mob
Six boroughs of Toronto
905/416, call code

GTA in the GTA
GTA in the GTA
He’s the Dom to my Letty
We both dons in the city
Ruff Ryders driving Spyders, no Itsy Bitsy living
50 Cent style unit
Tuning cars, spitting bars
Sick whip in the garage
Clutch shift 'cause I’m at large

I’m Fast & Furious fast
Triple digits on the dash
Digital Dash, I’m Future-istic
Went from Civics and Buicks
To Swedish Koenigsegg whips
L’art de l’automobile, green Porsche 968
Stealing alloy wheel automobiles
I spit stellar bars
As I crank the bar to jack these cars
Under the cover of dark, Starlight Rolls-Royces
Skilled hand, Rolex Oyster
Tesla Model X, moonlight interior
Regal car seats didn’t cost me a piece
Beemers with gleaming underbody LED
Need for Speed on the streets of Peel
Please never drive intoxicated like Tim Hortons
You’ll end up in smithereens, bite-sized Timbits
I’m doing donuts in foreigns
Lewis Hamilton racing through Hamilton
From Malton to Halton, I’m Premier like Dalton
Running NASCAR laps
On the Woodbine Racetrack
That’s for horses
I drive my Porsche, 'Stang, 'n 'Rari
Horsepower to watts
I light the CN Tower to the Flower City
Rosewater Court, that’s my street, Sauga City

GTA in the GTA
GTA in the GTA
He’s the Dom to my Letty
We both dons in the city
Ruff Ryders driving Spyders, no Itsy Bitsy living
50 Cent style unit
Tuning cars, spitting bars
Sick whip in the garage
Clutch shift 'cause I’m at large

Formula 1 on the 401
Got off on Eglinton, hope they paved the way
Yanking mans out they Wraiths
Fam, get outta the way
Hop on the Don Valley Parkway
To make my escape
In haste, I race, in my F-Pace
No Interstate, GTA beats USA any day
Highway 403, ain’t take the MiWay
Hit the 407 'cause I got that money
V12 engine as I zoom from 12 in my Pagani
Brought some heat into the 6ix
Hot-wired this whip, Hot Wheels I dip
LimeWire the way I steal this ish
Then I ship the whips to Ghana
Gaana means song in Punjabi too
Only heaters in my coupe
Flames blarin' out the speakers
No reefa but the gas in my tank never on E
Wiz Khalifa, Young, Wild & Free
No grabba or fronto though, just dough
Grand Theft Auto, Toronto, you dun kno

GTA in the GTA
GTA in the GTA
He’s the Dom to my Letty
We both dons in the city
Ruff Ryders driving Spyders, no Itsy Bitsy living
50 Cent style unit
Tuning cars, spitting bars
Sick whip in the garage
Clutch shift 'cause I’m at large

Taj just copped a Jag for real
Grand Touring Automobiles, aka GTA
Same dealership as Drake coincidentally
Stars aligned like a Rolls-Royce ceiling
No Limit, Master P
Lil Wayne, No Ceilings
Lioness Kaur, Emerald Lion Enterprises, ELE
Could form an LLC, mandem in GLCs
Entandem been paying me
All they playing, me

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Teeter tottering at the intersection where old meets new and East meets West, Lioness Kaur is a rapper who curates contrasting sounds and sonics, blending assorted beats with stellar bars on her hip hop palette to leave the mark of a distinguished artist. 

A student of the game, with inspirations ranging from Biggie to A$AP Rocky, Prodigy to J. Cole, Pac to Drake; her favourites are too many to note. With her flow having been compared to Nas, her demeanor to Young M.A, and her use of syncopation to André 3000; Lioness Kaur is “Yours to Discover” like the Ontario she calls home. 

Born in the Toronto suburb of Mississauga, Lioness Kaur grew up in the multicultural neighbourhood of East Credit (Sauga). She spent her weekends in Brampton, where her mom lived. Moving around a lot allowed Kaur to gain numerous different perspectives on life. Her Punjabi ethnicity and Sikh faith additionally expanded the scope of her world from the West, to the Eastern hemisphere. 

An official uni dropout, Lioness Kaur left the University of Toronto in order to pursue a career as a rapper; stacking up money by working as a pre-board screening officer at Pearson Airport. Incidentally, the day she decided to drop out from uni was Rakim and J. Cole’s birthday. As they say, there are no coincidences. 

Breakthrough: When Drake followed her on Instagram, in 2022, on Lil Wayne’s birthday.

She has received a lot of hate to date but that doesn’t stop her, she’s a Taurus after all ;)

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