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 garden to 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 entranceway 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, should let the women I fuck raw and unprotected Like, fuck, if you get pregnant, I´ll keep it Keep a 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 ninety, I render, 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 Signin´ 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 out of this world, they came out of the sands
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 stayed 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 he wasn´t takin´ money from 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´m 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´s just a empty-ass class full of chairs Talkin´ to myself, it´s 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 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 it´s all 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