Letter To The City 2

Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal

They cheated 12 albums, 4 years, and that's a record still

Head to the sky like Emmet Till off the stepping wheel

And minus all the sex appeal, your boy about to flex for real

Rolls Royce Cullinan, 4 doors 'cause my son in it

I'm driving down the garden to Toronto home city

With 2 tings that I partnered up, playing putter and possum

Then I puff with my girls like Buttercup with a Blossom

Excessive needs for pussy, power, and SUV's

That drop us to the back-door entrances, stress relief

And no less indeed, the shooters is pressing 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, shrimp, scallops, and calamari

I galavant at a Barbie while they gather back at your party, uh

Should let the women I fuck raw an unprotected

Like fuck if you get pregnant, I'll keep it

Keep a secret only in town for a weekend

I'm dating women knowing I'm cheating for foreign reasoning

Fuck y'all niggas throwing y'all beef in

I'm going vegan with Heaven's timing

Shooting and set designing

Then moving like I sold 10 million records in record timing

I did, then I kept on climbing

I started at 90 and ran the 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

Signing to Sean Kingston for clout and advance

I'm still proud of that man, know I fell out from his hand

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

Till I seen my album advance

They took radio from me, I stayed proud of my stance

I kept slapping the world with hits like I powdered my hands

I would've been 10 times bigger if...

Wasn't being bitter and doubted my chance

Threatening to shelf my whole career for 5 years

As if he wasn't taking money from out my advance

I got out by a chance

Them nights was like the Superbowl watching out from the stands

God don't make things happen by chance

And it's some things you gon' have to experience

I'm dapping up the board of office and passing 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 an empty ass class full of chairs

Talking to myself, it's lonely minus the fact that I'm here

I'm tryna see all of my niggas blossom

Mariah selling shows, Coachella her first year

And minus all the times we disagree, I'm still here

Pierre, Papi you're 'bout to be a whole millionaire

Davo coming out the cut with a chick with Sicilian hair

Mansa dropping next month, you niggas should be in fear

Watching Melli do the numbers like she running track and field

Plus we just got Kaash in here

And it's all Umbrella army, I'm full attack mode forreal

New Toronto 3, I'll leave it at that

And ain't nobody fucking with me, folk, I'll keep it at that, yeah

The next move is going fully independent

And any label offer under 100 mil' is just offensive, I promise