Lyrics Wolf on the Hill - Rochester

Look at everything a nigga been through
Everything i went through
Everything i lost and im still here
Most niggas would a gave up
Change up
But i step my game up
Came up every year
Imma keep it 100
I don't do it for the money
If i did then a nigga be so broke
I just do it cause i love it
Now got a bigger budget
An a nigga made enough to put the team on
I represent for my red leafs
Never been content with broke tendencies
Had to refocus my energy
Use Tai Chi on my enemies
I redirect it
I see blessing
These God's words
I speak the message
I was in Detention
But i paid attention
Made connections
That became investors like yea
Sign right here
Mama dont cry you can dry them tears
The house that you wanted we gon buy this year
Sacrificed my time and overcame my fears like yea
I aim for A list
But i never been afraid to hit the pavement
And never been scared of some changes
At the end of the day we gon make it

The king of the hill can only go down
That's right
The king of the hill can only go down
Or stay up
Or Stay on that hill that's hill right
That's the other possibility
Stay on the hill
Right
Stay up
But the wolf on the hill
Look the wolf on the hill right
Is not as hungry as the wolf climbing the hill
That's true
See
He's not as hungry but when he wants the food it's there

Who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me huh?
So above the law
Im drinking like i passed the bar
Took her in the bathroom stall
Told her take it off
She said is you ODB
Cause boy i like it raw
Do it for my city that's a piece a cake
I been popping in Toronto 'fore they heard of Drake
And i feel so yonge street
I connect with front but dont front on me
Tuesday, Ballet have one on me
Im with Ken Masters like Ryu...
Bumps and bruises
Might mean ya losing
That dont mean the game is over
Wake up in the mornin
Put ya mind on it
Everyday you get a little closer
Quit complaining
Im just saying
Gotta get ya head up out the matrix
Life's full a phases
Dont start fading
S'how u get scratch from the playlist
Dont let people know ya dreams that belong to you
Once you let em plant the seed they gon spoil the roots
Feel like Martin Luther King staring at the troops
But i know if that was me I'd cock it back and shoot