Jazz Cartier - Cuzzi's Revenge

(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Turn me up)
(Yeah, alright, yeah)

If you ain't know you better know
Stuck at the bottom, I'm shaking up the globe
Prince of the city, coming for the throne
In undercover, I'm tryna cover Vogue
Coming from the cold, you know how it goes
This for the niggas that hated, man
This for the days in that minivan
This for the days could've moved to Chicago
Instead I went back to Toronto
And changed the whole city, you really can't
Did what I did

Babies flying once they jump out the crib
Hit you like Tyson with blows to the rib
Second guessing like I know I'm the shit
Made me some millions it wasn't enough
Had to black on the label 'cause they wasn't cutting it
We had that raw on my side, you was cutting it
You had ya time but ya reign wasn't cutting it
Used to get checks from the government
Now I get checks and taxed from the government
Understand, I did not come here to play with you boys
Waving they guns and raising they voice (raising they voice)
Soft in the middle, they brittle and moist (brittle and moist)
Kill or be killed, I don't got a choice (cuzzi relax)
Jacuzzi is back, so kill all the noise

I got a list (I got a list)
I got a list
People to hit
Niggas that stay on my dick
I got a list (I got a list)
Just in case I forget
Ain't a fool for the tricks

I got a list (I got a list)
I got a list
People to hit
Niggas that stay on my dick, yeah
I got a list
Just in case I forget
I don't see you miss
Niggas I gave you nothin' to miss

Where's he go? Did he jump in?

Written by:
Aaron Gomez, Jahmarie Adams, Mathias Liyew

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