We gotta blame it on ourselves as a human being,
Trying to disguise our inner emotions
With big dreams and many lies.
From mid-teens ’til you 25
With a heavy ride
You got dubs sittin’ on every side.

Because it’s cool, the rappers all do it.
I bought this new gun, cuz rappers all use it.
And now I got a new son cuz rappers all screw chicks,
And I’m broke cuz rappers gotta have the new 6.

Seven days, most rappers weak,
So they, listen up when a nigga speak.
If not, my gun my word,
My bullet, my pen,
My aim sucks so they go right over your head.

But then again, who am I to talk…

It’s cuz of a rapper that I got my pants tucked in my socks.
It’s cuz of a rapper I bought this pop,
And because of a rapper I got this hundred dollar top on.
It gotta stop cuz…..

Ain’t No Use
Talking ’bout tomorrow. (Yeah)
Shit, I’m still here
Tryna get through today

I’ma stay flossy,
No matter what the cost be.
I said I’m from the suburbs,
Look at what it caused me.
Haters wanna harm me,
Chicks, they applause me,
Got a rich family like Theo from the cosby’s!

And that’s when I realized..

I’m the market, the kid making y’all money.
Buying the merchandise,
What more do you want from me?
Whatever you do, I’m gonna try it
I know my shit’s gonna sell, cuz I’d probably buy it.

I got a nice image,
Fit, like I eat spinach.
My hooks is nice, and I got witty lyrics.
And ain’t nobody reppin’ for the suburbs like I do.
And ever since I was a young boy, I was the guy who,
Would dress so fresh and smell so clean.
My collar always popped, my kicks so mean.

Always in a new hat, new gear, new Airs,
Heard Nelly rhyme about ‘em, went and copped two pairs.
Heard about Crystal so I went to Cheers.
Bought a bottle with the allowance I saved for two years.

Then I put my white tee on,
Cuz I heard the white tee song, it was so damn long.
And because I heard Diddy, it was Pepsi first.
Until Labron James told me to obey my thirst.
And I’ve been blastin’ my 50 and it’s starting to rub off,
Cuz yesterday I told some niggas to _fuck_ _off_

So fuck off if y’all rappers trying to hate on me.
Cuz I’ve been trying to be like y’all since ‘83!
Rockin’ two different shoes like BBD,
Now I cop your CD because they got a DVD???

Don’t hate me cuz I rhyme different…

Ain’t No Use
Talking ’bout tomorrow. (Come on take a ride me, come on take a ride wit’ me.)
Shit, I’m still here
Tryna get through today (Come on vibe with me, come on vibe wit’ me.)
Cuz Ain’t no use
Cryin’ ’bout your sorrow (Come on walk wit’ me, come on take a walk wit’ me.)
And no I can’t
Worry about yesterday (Come on talk to me, come on people talk to me.)

On this episode of neighborhoods, Toronto, North America’s 4th largest city, and an exciting place to live…

(Whoohoohoo! Its the Kid…
Famous, The Canadian Dream
I’m not repsonsible for what you’re about to hear.
Toronto! Don’t hate me cuz I rhyme different!)

Now how the fuck they gonna say Canadian rappers can’t make it
They say we in the 4th biggest city and we ain’t really sayin’ shit
Shit, if I was American I’d probably say the same shit,
But they sayin’ the same shit too.
See its the type of shit we on.
I got a better chance in this game, not playin,
Writin’ for Celine Dion, which leads me to be gone
My track could never be on the radio like an Avril Lavigne song.
So that mean that we wrong if we write,
and 99% of what we sayin’ wouldn’t be liked.
I’d be like ‘fuck you’, my name’s Famous
They call me that so I got somethin’ to live up to.
And so I’m guessin’ that’s up to us to,
Stop bull-shittin’, watch us bust us.
Niggas gotta stay on our grind and our huss-tle.

(Feel me on this one)
Still we in the 4th biggest city and still issues.
Why I gotta get to Kardinal’s level to show that I’m offic-ial?
Still not spittin’ no bullshit I got the world on my back,
and haters on my dick (on my dick!)
But if the worlds on back,
How the hell do haters exist?
If…
I got the whole entire world on my back,
How’s there still haters on my dick?

(Woo!)

We in the 4th biggest city and we cant sell a CD?
Well here’s why, I’ma keep it real see,
Half y’all ain’t real to me,
I feel guilty to see a bunch of white niggas
spittin’ like they ill to me.
And I mean real ugh, literally no good
please stop rappin if you could!
First off,
We don’t believe you, you need more people,
Shit they think we French and we livin in igloos.
I’m looking like these dudes,
refused to ever shine.
And why you keep linin’ every rhyme?
We only got one hip-hop station across the nation,
Half the population is asian,
Other half is second-generation
Cuz first generation’s hatin’
And Moms and Pops ain’t home
So BET raised ‘em (hehe)
And so I’m tryna raise ‘em…
but I can’t.

Now, now there’s a few niggas in my city who dunnit,
Fuckit, not done it but theres a few I’d fuck with.
Some you could see it in they eyes for the season.
Some you hear a dial tone when you when you try to reach ‘em.
And some you try to teach ‘em through the words of theology
That’s point blank so follow me.
If you’ve been forgotten my apologies
I’ve smoked 5 dutch wit reefer and I like gin and juice!

(Brrap!)

My celebrity face’ll cause chaos in the AM,
Taken to the west then I’ll cause pure mayhem.
The black market is restless,
Home of Grizzly comin’ from Canada
to Memphis.
Yeah man Hoo-ray he da master,
And I got the crown ’bout to get into this critical mix.
But there’s no critical-er than this, I, Famous the flyguy,
If you ain’t on my my list then start tryin’

(We in the 4th biggest city
Unh, Yeah I know you heard me, we in the 4th biggest city
And we can’t sell a CD?
Come ON man
Y’all thought it was over?
-did y’all really think it was over?-
Y’all hate me cuz I rhyme different,
Don’t hate me please… ya ready?)
Now come on

We in the 4th biggest city!
I got statistics,
there’s goals and there’s realistic.
Like in this biz there exists no man who made it,
So why hate on others who’re trying to create a lane in the pavement.
Close to 6 million (6 million?) ’s’our population.
Stop waitin, start makin’,
start creatin’ a sound, try it.
We got enough minorities to say its cool.
then have the majority buyin’.
Well,
actually majority is now minorities,
And half were born across the border or overseas.
11% chinese, South-asian 10, black 9,
Filipino’s is more than 3
What more do you want from me?

(What more do you want from me?
Cuz I got numbers! We got numbers!
I’ma be your tour guide, follow me,
Welcome to my city, Toronto)

Welcome to the 4th biggest city where
Nobodies a rapper, nobodies a model,
nobodies a actor, nobodies a DJ
nobodies a baller, but they hustlers who rap good.
That’s the problem, too many good, but none great.
I ask myself how much irrelevant trash could one make?
If you rappin’ so fuckin much about such-and-such,
and they say we say ‘eh!’ way too fuckin’ much (eh!)
But who the hell are you to tell me,
Thats the same ‘eh!’
?? they tryna sell me
So is it cool if they say it, then we say it?
They have it then we get it?
They try it then we buy it?
Like we weak-minded?
I’m blinded by deceit,
I been grindin on my feet.
So take time out to listen to these words,
and these rhymes while I’m rhymin’ on this beat.
Its heat.

(haha oh yeah)

And now you think I’ve ignored the fact
that we got videoFACT and factor!
Up to 40 gs ain’t gotta pay it back?
Now whatchu gotta say about that?
We gotta silver spoon,
most gotta go out and sell crack,
most gotta hustle to get they tracks played,
we play whatever the CRTC say.
So lemme get this clear…
I get a free demo video, a song’s guaranteed on the radio?

(Yo they guarantee you a song on the radio –almost– right?
So they give you 40 gs to make a video, then your song has to play 30% of the time
and we in the 4th biggest city… that’s some serious shit… real talk…I ain’t even done.)

Now check it
We in the 4th biggest and we envy mcees with bentleys
Thats why they sent me to empty these lyrics on you
Y’all gonna love it
All I need is a ?? to kiss Ashanti’s budget.
Or fuck it, gimme Masari’s money and that promo alone
Would prolly go an make Masari money.
Its kinda funny how everybody wanted somethin’ from me,
they always knew I was Famous,
Always knew I’d be Famous,
Cuz Famous was who Famous is.
And now I’m famous,
And they still tryna to hate the Kid,
Said I’d never make it in,
He can’t rap, he live a block from me.
And I’d be fucked if they ever caught me ridin’ on the subway cuz
That’s the way that my city thinks,
And I’d be lyin if I ain’t sayin that’s one of the shitty things.
We all screwface, we all critics,
Go to shows to stand still, but got free tickets?
What is this?
You like ‘fuck em!’ ‘I don’t bizness.’
‘Yo I’m better than these niggas!’
Really? Are you?
We in the 4th biggest city so should we argue?
The mass population’s like who the fuck are you?

I don’t know who that nigga is…
I’m Famous,
I’m from the suburbs,
and I rap now.
(ah!)