Lyrics Wezide - Clairmont the Second

Aye
Aye
Uh, aye, aye
Ring finger best friends with the middle since a little one
Aye, aye
Aye, aye

Lil Mont from the avenue not acting cool
Know some dudes if you get at me they'll clap at you
Applauding busters was never my attitude
I know the goons would buddy police at my school, woah
A dude that graduated, sad that he ain't make it
One second living suddenly he in a basement
They cooking more than chicken by the Weston station
They find bodies in hotel rooms that's where they baked him, gheeze
I ain't with the faking I ain't with the faking
Black just like my parents don't make me Jamaican
No discrimination girls from different races
Possible to get to where my mama place is
Lady afro bigger than what your estate is
Making hella movements playing chess with haters
I can't hear you unless you tell me I'm the greatest
West side get the money on a daily basis

Ring finger best friends with the middle since a little one

Keele everybody walking, steal from everybody pockets
People living not a problem, people living like the projects
Me, I'm living as a top pick, total chaos in the offices
Total chaos down the block from
This, negros neighbors with the officers
Do no favors for the opposite, I'ma handle it right after this
Picking pockets then we pocket it, pigs is posted in the parking lot
They don't mess with me I'm confident, calmest kid
Boss of the block and the sauciest, everyone else is some novices
Pull up in pink, like booby cancer awareness
I father but I ain't a parent
I never hated my veggies, name on my wrist hella carrots
Not the same runnings, I levitate, floating right next to a Ferris
My feet reside where the air is, Little Mont, Weston Road merit, aye
Hez from my old hood roll when he show up might hit a wing spot
Pres of my own hood, gold never green, no price on the wrist cost
Bad girls on the 89 bus, brought my baby down West, show her wagwan
Took your girl and showed that honey where we from like