9Side Bodmon - Tory Lanez

Uncle Daystar, I love you and I'll see you soon
Yeah

I'm doin' a test and I'm doin' okay, and I go hit the trap, I do two in a day
And we hit with these rackets and hit with these niggas, you know I do few in a day
I be bustin' the block with the stoppers a few different ways
We talkin' 'bout 7.62s in the choppers 'cause all of my partners got two different K's
And this shit amazin'
Run 'em straight to the bank, do the same shit
Drop the U and the M, this some gang shit
Got the deuce in my pocket, I pull out a tool, I'ma shoot up a few if I bang shit
This shit is dangerous
I got shooters to pull up and hang shit
I got weird bitches on some strange shit
Money talkin', you don't speak the language
I'm so fly, I get high with no stylists
Niggas, they can never know the damages
All this shit that we go through the challenges
All the bitches I go through is challenges
I ain't stoppin' for nothin', I wake up, it's Saturday mornin', just checkin' the balances
I can't do no disguises, just look in my baby boy eyes and I know what the timin' is
I came up from some broke shit to a bust down
When it lit, we say, "Touchdown"
Got the AP, face crushed down
She was frontin' on me, I'm her crush now
Got her runnin' through all the boutiques
Swipin' fraud cards, all the new sneaks
Switchin' different bitches all through the week
Tall, small one, Tory fits all, bitch, I be fuckin' on all physiques
I got a dream to go to the league
If that shit don't work, I'ma go to the trap
Servin' them things that go in the pack
That shit don't work, then you know I'ma snap
That shit don't work, then you know that I'm back to the— back to the black hoodie
With them old ladies sayin' what I could've been, but fuck it, you know that I'm goin' to jack
Jackin' and stealin' from niggas, came makin' a killin', it's no way to make this shit real
If you ain't been a real one, I look at my baby boy Kai and I know I'ma make him a billion
I gotta keep goin', I gotta do this shit for all of my brothers, my sisters, my niggas, my mother
My duffle keep comin' up out of the floor, it's unzippin' from all of the Benjamin heads in that bitch
Look, I can take you back to the days in the trap when it was only twenties and tens in that bitch
I was all at my 9-to-5 workin', sellin' weight up out the Denny's and spendin' that shit
At 3:10, I ran out, I was bendin' that bitch
We jump in and split out, we're gettin' that rich off the money, blender at the end of the semi
'Cause after the storm, this shit gon' be sunny, just tryna be warm when shit was so muddy
This shit was so cold, the days when they would lock us in the cell, feed us peanut butter, jelly
Now I'm ballin', fuck you could tell me? And just to perform, it's a quarter milli'
And pop me up off of the playlist, it's cool, my nigga, I get them views on my own
I'm used to bein' alone
I'm used to niggas tellin' me I'm wrong
I'm used to provin' pussy niggas wrong
I'm used to niggas sellin' lies, sellin' their soul
I'm back in my savage mode, on the savagery
And I'm winnin', they mad at me
I look at 'em, see anger and agony
Different diamonds bustin' like your majesty
Hit the four and it be like a travesty
Hit your boy in the whip where the traffic be
Put the four into fifth when I'm switchin' the gear, lookin' back in my mirror where the crackers be
Hit the button, phew, where the stasher be
Just to find it, they gon' had to rip the car
Even that would probably never fit the bar
And not give a fuck 'cause it's a rental car, lil' Tory