OnIt - 5 a.m. in Toronto Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: OnIt]

It's the young cocky Latino, that murder beats for em' C-notes
It's all about Ciroc Bruh, fuck sipping on Pinot
You ain't got to tell us if yo shit bumping than we know
How come we get less when we tell the people we need more
Everyone for themselves, out there it's a street war
On my new shit, bumping it with old timers
It's funny how you niggas think you a bunch of rhymers
I'm putting out hits that the real bump on they block
For the ones reppin it, still holding they old spot
I ain't dealing with labels, unless the money is right
I'm coming in hard, I ain't spittin it light
My weed the same color as the shit you mix with the sprite
They say we always wrong, when we exercising our right
I see the light, so my heart won't let me hate outta spite
And the ones that are at the top, I got you niggas in sight
You can be 6"7 but you ain't reaching this height
Cause ain't shit secure, even if you feeling it tight
They say that it's gone, when the heart has moved slight
If you had her on lock, I hit it the first night
She said I put it in her, and it felt like her first flight
And you thought you perfected this rap, nigga not quite
It sounds like you heard my shit, came in and took a bite