[Verse]
Already trapped in the Mazda Protege and Mr. Smith
And it's like my big brother, I'm twenty-eight, he's thirty-eight
He's special, he's not scared of anyone or any crew
And only I can take it out for short romantic strolls
I invite it to every event, sports, party, family
And if I ever see him, he'll have holes the size of an apricot
No friendly matches, I'm in my zone and I'm smoking my artichokes
Even if it's Canada, Montréal-Est is always really hot
When I was young, I ran away with the plug's money, should've never done that
I did what I could, I had to eat, housed and dressed
Answer "DZ from America" when they ask me: "Who are you?"
And I have a bitch that lives in Côte-Vertu who steals from her man without him realizing
I'm showing you what you don't know about Canada
Snow doesn't only fall from the skies, it also comes from Panama
AK-47, I'm talking about the one with the banana clip
And I have style, mixing the Beretta with the Dolce Gabbana
Not scared nor dread, wether you're a pussy or a thug
The double G on the belt stands for Gucci and Glock
And I have a bad, bad bitch who keeps the .22 under her dress
To get past security, she gives it back to me in the club
Fuck it, I'm smoking salads and salaries
And you came looking like a boss, you left butt naked
Don't act like an OG, bad things can happen to you
Don't call me "blood", we just met a couple hours ago
I pulled a bitch on Instagram, she was devilish
She opened her purse and said: "Baby make a wish
Make a wish, make a wish', fuck music money, I'm not Elvis
I just came to get my bread, I'm not Che Guevara
I'm in the Mercedes coupe with a Barbara
You snitched on the world, not just your colleagues
True killers around me, they don't chit chat