RIP Jay Dayer

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Young Toronto, Drake city, told Flex drop a bomb, push the button You ain't Drake, ain't Meek Mill, not even a poverty Budden Run through the streets of your city and you not even buzzing Diss the Chef, step in the ring and hope your monotony doesn't Young Chef bring the heat and I be gassing 'em up Young Toronto drop his song and I be passing it up He average as fuck, shame in his face but he masking it up My foundation is my artistry, I'm just rapping it up Bring the doom put it in all caps He know the storm is coming the streets my almanac Hit up bae's line and she ain't calling back 'Cause your girl see me, she want all of that See, 'cause I don't even need to rap first I be killing Jay on my first rap Everybody see you dead like a glass hearse You better pray to God that this my last verse [Verse 2] Second verse without a hook, man, I'm a go-getter Never heard shit like this before, I'm a flow setter Ask your girl where she been last night, I'm a ho getter Taking shots with your corny squad, my bros better I'm talking Gabbles, ALLCAPS, ScopeY, Chef Shout out to DJ Khaled, man, he know that we the best I got the keys to the city, you ain't got a future Check your facts when you diss 'cause I ain't call you a truther This beef got real now, I quit all the kidding and joshing Take a trip to your crib, me and the crew moshing You up in Canada, eh, taking guesses 'bout who's knocking Bring the heat in the North and all the moose flocking Think you got better lines, go ahead and try me Diss Chef and get body bagged, no code of Hammurabi Wonder where your girls at, take a guess where I be Going apeshit 'til I die, rest in peace Harambe
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