From Montreal to the World, baby
We miss you out here dawg, we miss you for real
But don't get it fucked up, you still king in the city, my G
You running laps around this niggas for real, for real
Your old shit is better than these niggas new shit, man
But yo, imma see you just now
And guess what? When I see you, man
We gonna be smoking big cigars
Drinking exquisite champagne
Smoking exotic weed
And fucking on bad bitches, dawg, you know how we do

And like I told you, man
Being king of the city comes with great responsibilities, man
Niggas gon' hate, you already know
You know so, keep these hating ass niggas away from you
Keep these snake-ass niggas away from you
Keep these fucking envious niggas away from you

And remember, I also told you
Don't stay safe, stay dangerous, nigga
Always keep a third eye
Always look around ans see what's going on
But I know you can hold you're own and I know you will

Shit, it's your homie, Tyson Ty, dawg
Love you and miss you dawg
I see you when I see you, one