Lyrics Letter To The City 2 - Tory Lanez
C-Sick
Uh
Soon
as
you
hear
this
verse,
I'm
out
the
record
deal
They
cheated
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
entrance
way
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
recruits
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,
select
the
women,
I
fuck
raw
and
unprotected
Like
fuck
if
you
get
pregnant,
I'll
keep
it
Keep
it
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
Singin'
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
is
out
of
this
world,
they
came
out
of
the
sand
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
stay
proud
of
my
stance
I
kept
slappin'
the
world
with
hits
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
you
wasn't
takin'
money
from
my
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
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
just
a
empty-ass
class
full
of
chairs
Talkin'
to
myself
is
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
is
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
this
whole
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
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1 Letter To The City 2
2 P.A.I.N
3 Dope Boy's Diary
4 Adidas
5 Accidents Happen
6 10 F*CKS
7 The Coldest Playboy
8 Penthouse Red
9 Pricey & Spicy
10 Stupid Again
11 Back In Business
12 MSG 4 GOD'S CHILDREN
13 D.N.D.
14 Who Needs Love
15 Do The Most
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