paroles de chanson Toronto For Now - Ryan Blades

Well, you know what they say
If you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready, so stay steady
What the homie Lux say?
Rewind, find, there's more to find
It's real shit though
Let the clip go
Blades

Ayo I dress how I dress and then I flag with it
I treat my money like these rappers, black bag with it
Pen and a pad with it, yeah I aim like that
I got respect up in my hood, I built my name like that
Suspended licence, chill at shorty's crib watching Titans
Last guy to fight in them streets, call you M. Bison
Name is Ryan Blades but my government got a hyphen
Trying to eliminate problems and all my vices
Box was really tight and she telling me call her vice grip
Her friend is tryna blow up my spot so I call her Isis
Having trouble picking between the two, who's the nicest
Whitney said my sign is a Libra, I'm indecisive
Boxing up the box for 3 rounds, she ride and holding me down
I'm biting on her ear now, like Micheal Tyson
Aiming for the Lam but the drive by's in a Camry
Gotta leave Toronto for now I'm in Miami

Why these niggas hating on me? I do my own shit
Why they hating on me? I do my own shit
Why these niggas hating on me? I do my own shit
Why they hating on me? I do my own shit
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true

Last of a dying breed you should applaud this
Learning how to be a boss listen to Ross shit, of course
Money phone on the Gram you tell your man to record this
But why those rappers never make the Forbes list
Riddle me that, niggas lying all time with no facts
I was broke, was down to die to get racks, I never lied in my raps
Never divided any pies in the trap
I used to drive with the beretta ride around in my lap
Was on some tough shit, niggas be lying and I'm disgusted
Beretta it was black but the .38 it was rusted
We strive for giving back, the economy it was busted
Tryna give the beats to these rappers like DJ Mustard
Bitch why you killing my vibe, a mansion ceiling my high
I want my ride the same colour as custard
Aiming for the Lam but the drive by's in a Camry
Gotta leave Toronto for now I'm in Miami

Why these niggas hating on me? I do my own shit
Why they hating on me? I do my own shit
Why these niggas hating on me? I do my own shit
Why they hating on me? I do my own shit
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true
They just mad cause they can't do it themselves, true