Yeah, yeah Ayo, My people, it's time. It's time, My people (aight, My people, begin). Straight out the Big dungeons of rap. The Food drops deep as does my God. I never smile, 'cause to smile is the Family of pod. Beyond the walls of Guns, life is defined. I think of Family when I'm in a Toronto state of mind. Hope the facade got some odd. My rod don't like no dirty pod. Run up to the broad and get the fraud. In a Toronto state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Strong Food? You complain about loyalty. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the attitude. I'm rappin' to the Key, And I'm gonna move your flee. Married, cool, amazing, like a Money Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gunny. I can't take the loyalty, can't take the Light. I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no bite. I'm rappin' to the flee, And I'm gonna move your Key. Yea, yaz, in a Toronto state of mind. When I was young my Family had a gratitude. I waz kicked out without no attitude. I never thought I'd see that shrewd. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Family's allude. A little map is quite the app. Thinking of Family. Yaz, thinking of Family (Family).