[Chorus] Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display [Verse] Print of the barrel pressed into ya cheek Look at myself and I called em a freak Cat got ya tongue so you struggle to speak Doubt in your head cause you feel that your weak Pace in the night to myself as I tweak Dwindling thoughts light a flame to a sheet Pass within spirit can't leak the technique Try to pick it up but u lack the physique Sitting on a L munching on defeat Say you know it well lacking a receipt Hypocrite the smell lying out your teeth Wanna say your piece try to keep it brief Unfamiliar beef Fairytale belief Post it to deceive Fighting for relief Runnin round in place never get to grieve Greener grass is here not what you perceive Arbour the Creator Ya it Arbour from Ontario Canada represent Take it away… I’m just a small-town rap creator from Northern Ontario Raised for the grind hardened by the streets Never miss a beat, now I’m taking control Of the streets where the code’s love, loyalty, respect in your soul. Step outta line? Yeah you’re bound to find out Talk shit, get hit — Time tick, move slick, shut your mouth. You’ll learn real quick When the footsteps get loud If I can’t finish the job Then the crew shuts it down. If I don’t finish it they will. Yeah my crew stay solid Your crew just run wild Bunch of goofy little snitches Not one man in your crowd. All goofie turn coat mother fuckers. Talk your shit — Then you’re getting hit You want the smoke? Yeah we finish it. Ten toes down m, you all six feet down where the fake ones go. Your whole demeanor fake You can see it in your walk When you hear them footsteps coming It’s too late — chalk outline on the block. You whole family grieves now. Blickies on deck Things about to get tricky You wanted the heat Now the court date’s tricky Small town cold where the real ones roam Dirt road life, yeah the streets my home Love, loyalty, respect — that code we keep Talk that shit, you don’t walk these streets, your whole crew gets lit, dirt nap Small town cold, yeah the night stays deep Crew stay solid, we don’t play for keeps Run your mouth, better watch your tone Northern blood — yeah we hold our own [Chorus] Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display Secrets I keep are the problems I face Deal with my double so he know his place Need me a blunt just to start up my day Kneel by the bed bow my head as I pray Prepare myself to face another day Digging a grave for my body to lay Preppin the game like the finest filet Peer in the void of my heart on display Arbour the Creator We brought the smoke You brought the cops Now your family grieving And the court case drops. No evidence but the crown know just another crew to prosecute. Goofy fools got lit Talking wild on our name Now the whole crew shook ‘Cause they ain’t ready yet. The darkness get loud When the night turns cold Crew acting scared Better learn that code. We bring it, we sling it, we stand our ground. We came to close mouths You let your tongue slip out Now them same loose words Got your teeth knocked out. Told you once already All that whack talk ends When the wrong man hears it And the problem extends. We sit silent m, don’t mean we ain’t coming. Bang, bang — silence That’s the sound of the street When the chaos and heat Turn you block to defeat. Families torn apart Just another court fight Another case on file Another long stay in jail for goofie ass cowards that can’t even stop myself from wearing a smile. The real ones rise They don’t fold or bend Retribution calling Another bid in the pen. Say it once — never twice One warning’s enough Six feet down waiting For the goofy ones tough. Another day, another night Yeah we came for the fight Cold steel cell block Got the whole town in shock. another range another stay that’s the price we willing to pay. Small town cold where the real ones roam Street life, yeah the streets my home Love, loyalty, respect — that code we keep Talk that shit, you don’t walk these streets Small town cold, yeah the night stays deep Crew stay solid, we don’t play for keeps Run your mouth, better watch your tone Northern blood — yeah we hol
