Letter to the City

Yeah, new you new Toronto
New Toronto
Tory Lanez and like that, we gone

Shot one of my closest niggas over nothin'
Overheard discussions, niggas talk about it
Tryna be the greatest, sell a billion records
Standin' right with God is the best
Way of goin' 'bout it
Think it’s time I take this
Time to give them blessings niggas stressin'
Niggas can't see the situation
They gettin' blessed in came a ways from
Robbin' niggas with them Smith and Wessons
Gotta understand, shows sellin' out
Hoes yellin' out far from my coke shootin'
Dope sellin' routes
I kicked it with niggas it
Was no tellin' 'bout
Some Armenian thugs that blow melons out
I used to play the corner while
Niggas was playin' on it
I had to stay informed and study
Just playin' dormant
Back when I was tryin' to set the
Play up with Jay and Lawrence
I knew I was 'bout to be major but fuck it
That’s just a page in the booklet
He’s just a name in the story
You gotta pay your respects
I had to pay it in glory
I would play the block slow 'til
The corner block corner shop closed
And play the slots in the
Winter until I'm snot nosed
Abandoned bastard, I was stranded
I guess that was the cards that I was handed
Sleepin' in the back of broken vans and lands
With both hands inside my lane, yeah nigga
That's just where I landed
Campin' out was always standin' out
I was that nigga that done branched out
I was that nigga so I've spoken 'bout
The brand that these niggas that got focused
They had they hands out