"The next Station is Spadina Spadina Station"

Yeah man on a mission

Hand on the wheel steering my vision

Keepin' my distance

Head in the clouds mindin' my business

I got family I got homies who are locked down by the system

And I'm prayin' for the black girls

Went missing and missed Christmas

Now listen what would you rather doin' it best

Or doin' it different

I got sick of the dream spoke it into existence

Turned it out with a dollar then I turned that to a million

Black angel been through hell and back

Now they made me the villain

Oh what a wonderful feeling

I learned a lot about my early 20's

Lookin' back a n***a wasn't ready

When it came to friends I had way too many

A lot flaked when the s**t got heavy

And a lot of times I was more focused on dollar signs

I had to put it in overdrive

Caught myself callin' so many lies

Argued instead of apologized

I wasn't ready to compromise

Many mistakes were I'll-advised

Had to cut it out started cutting ties

I must've ****ed up a hundred times

Blamin' the liquor to justify everything

That wasn't goin' right in my broken life

That's Fleurever

"Arriving at Spadina Spadina Station"

Was it worth it