This song was first heard through Drake’s BlogSpot, with soon-to-be-classic footage of Drizzy smoking a hookah while listening to a snippet[Intro]

Yeah, I had to do this shit for my little brother Mar

Young nigga just wanna hear me talk that Toronto shit, you know?

[Verse 1: Drake]

You see bad bitches and fall in love

I be talking arithmetic in the club, re-negotiations

Young Frank

I seen all of your favorite girls naked

And mental pictures were taken, I never forget they faces

They're lucky I can't draw, but still I'm artistic

Money on the way It's got both of my palms itching

You boys in the wrong business, for real

You boys in the wrong business

All this sitting back and watching will make you a strong witness

Testify on how I'm living, make sure it's non-fiction

Don’t leave out anybody that put me in this position

We couldn’t have done it better

We changed this city forever

Puffin shisha, lay back fucking with FIFA

What I get for the feature I wouldn't fuck with me either for real

Now I'm in it for the hoes and the checks

Care less about respect from niggas I never met

Champagne

[Verse 2: Nickelus F]

I know my city going crazy right about now

Broke nigga, so I'm greedy

Break a nigga down if they don't feed me

Yo girl break her neck the same second that she see me

And I bet my last nickel that she eff with Sweet Petey

Bradley Cooper, a future is limitless

I'm infinite, take a photo of the synthesis

Grandmama got Alzheimer's but she'll remember this

Ain't no way that she won't remember

I wake up every mornin' shower, gather my belongings

But I just quit my job, but got some pussy cause I'm balling

From AM to PM, beefing with the BM

Beefing with the boss, got fired by the GM

Fuck, I lost my nigga to a goddamn murder

In his own kitchen, with his own goddamn burner

You ain't no goddamn boss

You a goddamn worker

Fuck beef when niggas dying for a goddamn burger

My nigga, all we know is this pain

Chain smoking in the city where they smoke you for chains

Jamaica house to croaker spot, riding round smokin pot

On Broad Street we all drink -- PBR and Rolling Rock

Do this to get money, that ain't enough

Do this for my city, that ain't enough

Im like Andre 3k, 16 ain't enough

I get down like Curtis Snow

Dare you to call my bluff

Bet you it won't pick up

We ride box Chevys but we built Ford tough

And I bet you that we won't give up

The pigs try to lock us down

But we broke through cuffs