Letters 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
Try to 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 there 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 plan 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 the name and 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