Tory Lanez - Letter to the City 2 lyrics

C-Sick

Uh soon as you hear this verse
I'm out the record deal
Exceeded twelve albums, four years
 and that's a record still
Hand to the sky like Emmett Till
Off the steppin' wheel
And minus all the sex appeal
 your boy about to flex for real
Rolls-Royce Cullinan
 four doors 'cause my son in it
I'm drivin' down the Gardiner, Toronto
Home city
With two tings that I partnered up
Playin' putter and possum
Then I puff with my girls
Like Buttercup with a Blossom
Excessive needs for pussy, power, and SUVs
That drop us to the back door entrances
Stress relief and no less, indeed


The shooters is pressin' like refugees
And the fee at the entranceway too
High just to let 'em free
What can't alarm me is whose
Crew's finna harm me
My little dudes move like new
Recruit's in the army
And all they see is food, shrimps, scallops
And calamari
I gallivant at a Barbie while they
Gather back at your party
Uh, should let the women I
Fuck raw and unprotected
Like, fuck, if you get pregnant, I'll keep it
Keep a secret, only in town for a week
And I'm datin' women knowin' I'm cheatin'
For foreign reasonin'
Fuck y'all niggas throwin' y'all beef in
I'm goin' vegan with Heaven's timin'
Shootin' and set designin'
They're movin' like I sold ten
Million records in record timin'
I did, then I kept on climbin'
I started at 90 Orenda
Plays and private agendas tryna get fly
But niggas tried and I kindly reject 'em
They ran my name through the mud
But I'm finally respected
This here out of the plan
This more of a God purpose
This here out of my hands
This'll never feel like 2012
Signin' to Sean Kingston for
Clout and advance
I'm still proud of that man
Know I fell out from his hands
He didn't do me worse than
And all of his friends
Them niggas out of this world
They came out of the sands
I'm still 'bout it, my mans
Thought this shit was mad love 'til
I see my album advance
They took radio from me
I stayed proud of my stance
I kept slappin' the world with hit's
Like I powdered my hands
I would've been ten times bigger if wasn't
Bein' bitter and doubtin' my chance
Threatenin' to shelf my whole
Career for five years
As if he wasn't takin' money
From out my advance i got out by chance
Them nights was like the Super Bowl
Watchin' out from the stands
God don't make things happen by chance
And it's some things you
Gon' have to experience
I'm dappin' up the border
Officer passin' the clearance
He always makes a corny joke
'bout my rapper appearance
Then I do a fake laugh that
He catches like pass interference
I fly back into Paris
Blunt smoke ash on my terrace
My competition's just a empty-ass
Class full of chairs
Talkin' to myself, it's lonely
Minus the fact that I'm here
I'm tryna see all of my niggas blossom
Mariah sellin' shows
Coachella her first year
And minus all the times we disagree
I'm still here pierre, Papi Yerr 'bout to
Be a whole millionaire
Davo comin' out the cut with
A chick with Sicilian hair
Mansa droppin' next month
You niggas should be in fear
Watchin' Melii do the numbers like
She runnin' track and field
Plus we just got Kaash in here
And it's all Umbrella army
On full attack mode, for real
New Toronto 3, I'll leave it at that
And ain't nobody fuckin' with me, folk
I'll keep it at that, yeah
The next move is goin' fully independent
And any label offer under hundred
Mill' is just offensive i promise